the somethings that had to give
In reflecting, I’ve come to realize that perhaps the reason my return to work has felt so hard has been that I set too high a standard for myself.
i’m not the mom i thought i’d be
The mom I thought I would be wouldn’t love her baby any more or any less. She wouldn’t feel less fulfilled or like a stranger to herself. She wouldn’t be happier. Neither version is a failure.
the first days of seventh grade
It doesn’t feel possible that eight years have passed since your very first day and now, here you are: officially a middle schooler.
on perspective and time
Time, as we all know it, actually passes at pretty much the exact same pace. While there are some small variations, we generally accept that days have 24 hours, years 12 months, and so on and so on. We can all probably generally accept that time can feel like it’s moving exceptionally slowly or quickly.… Continue reading on perspective and time
humbled
If I had to sum up my postpartum experience in one word, it would be humbling.
imashleymi.com 