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 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.
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
First, I drove (and still drive) a 2013 Hyundai Elantra GT hatchback that my spouse refers to as “girly green”. It was and is cool to 20-something women and grandmothers, and perhaps small children who don’t understand what is and isn’t cool yet.
Second, CAN YOU IMAGINE?
Aside from happening before we had expected it, everything went perfectly to plan.
We’ve all heard the phrase “it takes a village to raise a child” but less discussed is the community that mothers need to grow and thrive.