This womb is closed for business. Done. Over it. That ship has sailed. My port is closed. How many more ways do I need to say it?
I can list the number of thoughtless remarks I received during my singleton pregnancy three years ago, but I’ve already lost count of the ones I’ve gotten this time around.
Mom radar is real and it’s freaking me out. I swear my child has some sixth sense that tells her when I look too comfortable because she wakes up EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
Loving like a mother is simply defined by the object of that love. When you love someone unconditionally, you love like a mother.
Motherhood isn’t like the movies. As it turns out most of your friends will forget about you.
My children take melatonin. Every. Single. Night. We refer to their nightly doses as their “meds.” As in, “Are you ready to brush your teeth, or do you still need your meds?”
It's summer, time for a break and a recharge, but summer can be hard for parents—kids are home and want to be entertained. How do you avoid the dreaded summer slide?
Mothering is difficult. And it really is okay to not love every moment of it. But when you're at the other end of the field, you'll miss it.