stop telling moms what we’ll miss later
They tell us the days are long but the years are short, it all flies by, and while they’re probably right, the words don’t land the way they think they do.
They tell us the days are long but the years are short, it all flies by, and while they’re probably right, the words don’t land the way they think they do.
I can’t stop thinking about all the wonderful new friends you’ll have by the time you come home today.
She taught me motherhood is precious and not promised. It is strength. It is imperfect. And it’s worth every second.
The pressure I feel to perform better across all aspects of my life is breathtakingly overwhelming.
It’s the final year of decade of parenthood, and I can’t believe we’re there now.