This will be my third Mother’s Day since becoming a mom, and the conversations are bursting with enthusiasm on what we as new moms really want. It always goes something like this: hot coffee, sleep, solo showers, breakfast in bed, outings free of kids, clean house, and a night off cooking. Continue reading “Why I don’t need Mother’s Day “off””
For many of us, being a first-time mom is overwhelmed by worry. It’s an adjustment second to none, and just when we think we’ve grown into our new role, our baby grows out of it.
Which is why I absolutely love being a second-time mom.
My first born is turning two, which means I am entering the chapter of motherhood that has been pre-determined as terrible, albeit light-heartedly, I think? Continue reading “The not-so-terrible two”
I found new stressors to overthink when I became pregnant with my second. Two under two is challenging, hands down, but it has also turned the page to a beautiful chapter in my motherhood journey. If I could go back in time, here’s how I would have answered my biggest questions.
Before I had kids, I felt heard. I could call someone and fall deep into a two-way conversation, free of tiny shrieks, squeals and leg yanks. My days at work were spent in various meetings where contrasting ideas merged into one united goal. Dinner with the husband was spent focused on each other, and evenings were spent catching up intently on all the world happenings. Continue reading “Our children are listening even when the world isn’t”
Last year at this time I wrote about how I had fallen out of the spotlight. Having a baby made me so narrowly focused on growing confidence as a mother that I lost confidence as a woman. I couldn’t be in a picture without feeling like I needed a baby on my hip. Continue reading “Staying in the picture”
You know what drives me crazy these days? When people can’t take a joke. In parenthood, this happens all the time. There was a viral post that a wife left for her husband who was tasked with watching their kids all weekend. It was filled with the most fantastic dose of sarcasm I’ve read in a while, referring to their kids as “the others,” and basically preparing her partner for real-life battle. Continue reading “The thing that drives me crazy, and also makes it all worthwhile”