Dear Baby I Never Got to Meet, Maybe you were just a line on a Dollar Store test. Maybe you were a special secret only I carried, just like I was the only one every to hold you. But you were mine. Ever so briefly. Not for long enough. You both gave me faith by… Read More
Dear Working Mom, I have never been in your shoes. I can pretend to know what it is like to get up Monday through Friday or whatever your hours may be, but I do not. I left my job as a nurse when I was 30 weeks pregnant with my first child. It was a… Read More
Background and personality wise I am a bit of a natural worrier when it comes to letting anyone watch my babies. Emotional scars run deep after years of seeing tragedies happen at the hands of care providers in the pediatric ICU. I tend to over think every scenario that could potentially go wrong when my… Read More
Let me start of by saying that I am not writing this post from a place of mastery. I am not an expert on peaceful parenting. Anyone who actually knows me is laughing hysterically because I am not really an expert on peaceful anything. I don’t do yoga (minus the pants) because I have anxiety… Read More
Upon finding out that I was pregnant with my daughter, I vowed to keep up with my exercise regimen. Labor was going to be a piece of cake this time. Come to think of it, I was also going to have fewer pieces of cake. Turns out that working out did help with my morning… Read More
This past week, I was admittedly really looking forward to Tuesday. I had a full day’s worth of errands to run, chores to do, stuff to check off my list. The weekend was filled with runny noses and cold weather, the stuff winters with little kids always bring. And, also my least favorite shift of… Read More
Winter is long. Yes, girl! You. I’m talking to you. The one zoned out on social media pretending to engage with her kiddos while they practice “independent play”. You NEED a Galentine’s Day. And here are some reasons why I know so. These grey days of no sunshine are for the birds. Actually, I take… Read More
Dear Middle of the Night Mama, I see you trudging back to the toddler’s room, assuring him there are no monsters for the 5th time tonight. I see you pour another cup of milk. I see you praying that tomorrow will be a better day. That you will be more patient. I see you rocking… Read More
Dear Parenting Books, In the last few months my confidence in my shepherding of tiny souls has taken a bit of nose dive as we’ve embarked upon two major (in the toddler scale) life changes: big boy bed status and potty training. So I did what the modern mama does and I filled my Amazon… Read More
Just leave a little earlier. I mean how hard can it be? Plan your time. That’s why kids need a schedule. I used to be on time for everything. No, not on time. Early. For everything. I was the girl awkwardly waiting in the restaurant parking lot twenty minutes before the scheduled girls dinner meet-up… Read More
