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Friendship is the most important self-care you can invest in.
Friendship is the most important form of self care you can invest in. More than a shopping trip. More than having someone come clean your house once a week. More than a massage.
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Dear Kids, I hate that I miss it…
Dear Kids, Tonight, I cried. I cried because you’re getting so old so quickly. I cried because I’m not always good at being present and I’m afraid these magical moments are passing me by without me noticing. I hate that I miss it sometimes. I hate that I spend so many hours a day worrying…
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Dear Firstborn, I’m learning too…
Dear Firstborn, On a night twelve years ago today, you became, and I became too. All of my births were magic (after they were hell and fire), but your birth was the one where I was born. We were both born and then there we sat, mother and son. My whole world stopped spinning; everything…
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My Friends are my Sisters
Ever since I can remember I wished I had sisters. I have one brother and I adored (adore) him. He is four years younger than me, so he was my dolly for a long time before he was my peer. I love having a brother, but I still longed for sisterhood. As an adult, my…
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To my friend’s kids: I love you like you’re mine.
To my friend’s kids: I hope you know how much I love you. You’re not mine, but I love you like you are. You’re not my niece or nephew by blood, but you are by choice…and that pretty much means you’re stuck with me forever. You are my chosen sister’s baby and that means you…
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Being a Mom doesn’t require a PhD
There are so many books (and schools of thought) on being a parent. Do this, don’t do that, I know you thought that was good (but TURNS OUT IT’S NOT, SO STOP RIGHT NOW.) No timeouts, no saying “no”, and discipline more (but not too much). You must be calm at all times, so you should…
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Dear Kids, You’re the best thing I’ve ever done…
Dear Kids, When I was in high school, I used to stress every time they asked the question; what are you going to go study in college? I’d heard the same question my whole life; What are you going to be when you grow up? It had been a long list of maybes since I was little. I…
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Someday my little boys are going to be men.
Once upon a time, a boy was born. He was chub and giggles and endless screaming in the middle of the night. He was 8lbs, 15oz of squish. He was walking before we were ready. He was sweet hugs and cuddles, and tiny hands scratching my back in the wee hours of the morning when…
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Dear Kids, Please don’t grow up…
Dear Kids, Some days I’ve been guilty of expecting too much from you too soon. I’ve been guilty of wanting you to mature faster. I’ve been guilty of wishing away some of the hardest seasons. I’ve been guilty of wanting to fast forward through the difficult times like postpartum anxiety, late night feedings, and tantrums…
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What they don’t tell you about strong-willed kids.
We had three…and then we had four. Everyone said number three was going to be the hardest, but for whatever reason, it felt like smooth sailing. I think I started to think I knew what I was doing. Then we had four. Everything about number four was different. She was a wild card: our firecracker,…