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Dear Mamas, You know best…
Each of our kids have gone through rough seasons. Ones that made us question everything about ourselves and our parenting. There was the Pterodactyl scream, the hitting and biting, the not wanting to eat any food except butter and chocolate, and the tantrums that were (are) like having our very own fire breathing dragon. We…
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Dear Husband, When you can’t find your purpose…
Dear Husband, I see the tension in your eyes and your shoulders when you walk through the door from a job you don’t enjoy. You grab the kids and wrestle them as they gather around you like a gang of seagulls hungry for your attention. “Dad, dad, dad!” the little one says while the big…
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Parenting Method: Says Sorry
I went into motherhood with a heart full of idealism and crushing expectations (on myself). Almost immediately the mom guilt came in. First in whispers, then in overwhelming obsessive thoughts. You should love breastfeeding, good moms LOVE breastfeeding; they don’t count the days until it’s over. Why aren’t you cleaner and more organized? You should really…
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Dear Daughter, When I fail at being your role model…
Dear Daughter, I always wanted a daughter. After two babies never made it earth-side, I ached and longed and prayed and cried for you. Every dream I had paled in comparison to my dream of you; and then you came. You came quickly like a tornado on a wild night that I will remember for…
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Don’t ever discredit the Mother. You don’t know the half.
Someone shared this post from Autumn Benjamin with me and I fell in love with it immediately. This. Is. Motherhood. This is beautiful, messy, scary-as-hell, incredible motherhood.
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The Grief of Being “Done” Having Kids
My husband had a vasectomy. I was overwhelmed with four kids under six and I knew even though I’d keep having babies forever, it was time to be done. My anxiety was through the roof and I was hanging on by a thread. I didn’t think I’d be the best mom to my other four…
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Dear Son, You’ll always be my little boy,
Dear Son, Today I wish I could go back. I wish I could go back and hold you as an infant. I wish I could smell your skin and rock you just a little longer. I wish I could be still and feel that moment just one more time. When I look at pictures of…
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Why I Don’t Want to be a Perfect Parent
From the time I was a little girl, I had unrealistic expectations of myself. Part of it came from being a firstborn child, I think. I stressed about grades, my hair being just right, being “good”, and never ever disappointing anyone. Anything less than “perfect” was failing and torpedoed me into a shame-storm. It wasn’t…
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Dear Kids, Sorry I was a jerk…
Dear Kids, I’m sorry I was a jerk. I wish you knew that sometimes when the house is dark and quiet, I come in and watch you breathe for a minute. I wonder there in the stillness if you know how much I love you. I think about the things I could have said differently,…
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Dear Daughters, Get tattoos if you want…
I came across some horse-crappery today. It was an article called Men Prefer Debt-Free Virgins Without Tattoos. The title alone makes me vacillate between puking in my mouth, and wanting to run in to my street and scream a Katy Perry song. I don’t have any tattoos, but I love them and now I guess…