Boy Mom Life With Humor and Hygge
Dear Son, I failed you yesterday! I didn’t see you. I did not SEE you all day – and now I miss you terribly, probably as much as you miss me. I am sitting here thinking back on the day that passed , and I realize that I went an entire day without truly seeing my boy. The morning was View Post
Dear Mom Scared of C-Sections, You are now faced with the reality that your child may be delivered via c-section - and you are naturally scared! Your carefully scripted birthplan will need to be drastically modified, the childbirth prep classes were hours you could have spent napping at home, and View Post
An Open Letter to "the Flu!" Dear Influenza A, B and whatever other alphabet-soup-combinations there are! I have feared you for years! - actually loathed your mere existence. Every single year you keep scientists on their toes. Your constant morphing and mutating leaves the vaccines full of View Post
To say that the heart-mom community is a "village of support" is a gross understatement. We are a group of kindred hearts, a force to be reckoned with and a united front when it comes to welcoming new members and teaching newbie heart moms the ropes. We seek the truth and demand untampered View Post
They told me to write from the heart, so I did. They also said to “write what you know” - I did that too. After blogging for a year, freelance writing for longer and generally enjoying word-smithing for as long as I can remember, I feel like things are falling into place. Slowly the pieces to the View Post
As Mother Teresa once said: "a family that blogs together, stays together" - or something along those lines. With that quote in mind, here is a letter written by my mom to my sister and me! My mom had something to prove - to herself... and she did, with raging success! I am so proud of her - and View Post
Dear Neighbor, When they say that having a child changes everything, it turns out they mean everything. Not just the obvious stuff—your priorities, your sleep schedule—but also unexpected things, including the way you relate to the people across the street. With that in mind, I’ve made you a View Post
A letter to my daughters (for when you become a mom),Right now you're both tucked warmly in your beds taking naps. The sound machines are gurgling and the bright afternoon soon is shining through dancing green leaves. {This post was inspired by my friend's letter to her daughter. You can see it View Post
My dearest Jessica, It's hard being eleven. I know that. I know sometimes it doesn't seem that way, but I do remember what it was like. The hitch is that, in addition to remembering what it's like, to be eleven, I also know what it's like to be the mom of an eleven year old. I wish you had the View Post
Dear C-Section Mom, I know your pain. I never thought I would have a C-section either. A c-section was humiliating in my mind. In my mind I was unable to deliver him, and needed someone else to do it for me. It also meant that I might be limited to the amount of children I would have. I was not View Post
Dear Hairdresser, You don’t really know me. We probably won’t get to know each other well. Unlike other women, I don’t have a stylist that I know and trust intimately with my locks. And regardless of the outcome of your work, you likely won’t become that for me. Please don’t take it personally. View Post
Dear Hadley, I want to tell you a little bit about your Dad. You are the luckiest to call him yours. Last night he heard you babbling and whining in your crib 30 minutes after you should have been asleep, so he went upstairs to check on you. View Post
Dear God, It is said that the mirrors of our hearts are often reflected back to us mothers smack in the faces of our children. I believe You created us that way. I do – I really do. Sweet, impetuous, nurturing, patient and impatient, kind and so much more … we are all of these things. We are View Post
Dear twenty-something mom: I write to you because I am you, the girl who finds herself a young mom, still in her twenties. I know what it’s like to look in the mirror and still see a high schooler. You’re barely a kid, but somehow you find yourself here, with a kid or kids of your own. View Post