Sometime in the 1 o’clock hour the other night, a child began crying for me. Well, no, it wasn’t crying, exactly. It was screaming bloody murder. I have always been a little impressed when a parent can go from fast asleep dreaming to racing down the hall- both to tend to the restless child, but … [Read more...] about This mothering life? Harder Than I Ever Imagined.
This body of mine has grown and stretched big to make room for these babies of ours. This body has proven its strength, its gentleness, its wild intensity, its resourcefulness as it carries me through each and every day. It has taken care of me and taken care of us and has not let me down, not a … [Read more...] about when women wear bikinis
I see you everywhere. You're there in the store, attempting to try on maternity clothes with the toddler climbing underneath the door, spotting her window of escape. You're in your driveway at 7am, already dressed and getting in the car and heading to work and starting the new day. You're … [Read more...] about courage, dear heart
We didn't sleep on Saturday night. The one-almost-two-year-old woke up at 1:40am and once I am up it is hard for me to fall back asleep. I see the promise of rest fade before me as the clock reads 2:15 then 2:44 and then 3:10. It glows 3:45 when my eyes look to it one last time before slipping … [Read more...] about I’m not sweet, I’m just truthful.
It's all hard. Every ounce of it. The very nature of the situation demands everything you've got, even when you have nothing left to give. They need you because they need you. Their day deliriously rotates around princess dresses and train tracks and apple slices and board books. Their world … [Read more...] about parenting is hard.
The woman that we invited into our world said that in our girls' eyes, I am the heavy one and Daddy is the good one. To our girl, to the one that I carried as she grew and she kicked, the one whose owies I kiss away when she feels brave, the one whose bangs I brush out of her eyes... to that … [Read more...] about on being a mama when love feels heavy