A friend recently shared this blog with me, “In the absence of the village, mothers struggle most.“ It is so deeply relevant to my current stage of life, and yet I felt so torn with my own emotions regarding this modern-day crisis. I do call it a crisis, because I think it’s such a widespread issue that brings tangible hardships to families. We need people. Continue reading “I’m building a family, not a village”
The Montessori method isn’t for everyone as it’s just one path of many, but my motivation for sharing it is because I truly believe it can provide inspiration for all of us as parents. Its greatest inspiration for me has been in terms of respect. Continue reading “What everyone can appreciate from Montessori”
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”
I have graduated so many parenting chapters in the last three years. Big ones, like childbirth, recovery – not once but twice. Newborn-hood, teething, colds, tummy bugs, crying, whining, tantrums, toddlerhood – you name it. Everything from “I need you to do everything for me” to “I need you to let me do it myself.” Yet none of it prepared me for what is next – my son’s first day of school. Continue reading “What I didn’t see coming about the first day of school”
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”
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”
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”
