2019 intention: A year of kindness

2019 is fast approaching, which means I’ve been in deep reflection about what intention to start my January with. It’s an extra exciting New Year for me because I’m also turning 29. While this is surely not as exciting as the big 30, it is sentimental to be at the end of a decade and upon a brand new one. To think I started my twenties as an adult-in-training and will end my twenties as a mother and wife responsible for a whole family is both comical and impressive. Continue reading “2019 intention: A year of kindness”

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Distinguishing distractions from progress

I do a lot.

I’m raising two tiny humans and supporting my military husband’s career that picks up and moves our lives every few years in random corners of the country. Literally, we’ve gone from one corner to the other. Hawaii to Maryland to now Texas. Continue reading “Distinguishing distractions from progress”

Empathy, like wisdom, comes in time

I just read one of the most beautiful blogs I’ve seen in a while: “To my friends who had kids before me, I’m sorry I didn’t know.”

It speaks such a raw and honest truth that most of us experience in the throes of childbirth and recovery, especially for those of us who are the first of our close circles to have children. That is, feeling alone in the growing pains of being born a mother. This feeling of isolation is exacerbated when our closest friends don’t know what to say or do because our struggles are just not relevant to them.  Continue reading “Empathy, like wisdom, comes in time”

Why I refuse to drive or dine with an iPad

We’ve done about five long road trips in the past two years that were seven hours plus, but our next big trip will top that to about 21 hours of driving. One of the most common pieces of advice we receive any time we share news of a long drive is to download apps and movies on the iPad. We don’t even own one.  Continue reading “Why I refuse to drive or dine with an iPad”

When home is exactly the break that you need

My husband and I moved here with one dog, a baby bump and no support system, and are leaving here with two dogs, two kids under three, and a village of hand-selected family. We have not, however, had a babysitter for the popular “first night out kid-free” milestone yet. And this has been by choice – one that is usually met with glares of shock. Continue reading “When home is exactly the break that you need”