I didn't want to leave you. I knew you would cry, I knew I would cry, I knew ripping off the band-aid and walking out that door would hurt. I ugly-cried when we got in the car, assuring your Daddy through the tears that I did, in fact, want to be with him. But see, my girls, I love you … [Read more...] about when love expands
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
My dear, you are an inconvenience. Even when I have nothing left to give, you demand that too. You steal my energy, my sanity, my clear thinking. No longer am I able to arrive to meetings, activities, life on time. I put on a clean shirt- an actual shirt, not a work-out shirt- and within moments … [Read more...] about my dear, you are an inconvenience.
It's the end of a long day. I am tired. We're sitting at the dinner table, I'm sipping wine that I poured at 4:59 pm. I'm maxed out, unable to hold much of a conversation. Before I know it, I feel tears trickle down my cheeks. That's just how my body handles stress, it always has; tears … [Read more...] about The Mommy Wars: I am Both.