“I see the mothers. Walking down roads unknown to her, carrying her children, her belongings, and her worries – all at the very same time.”
- Love What Matters
- Children
“I see the mothers. Walking down roads unknown to her, carrying her children, her belongings, and her worries – all at the very same time.”
“Because my home is my work — my house and the pint-sized beating hearts that occupy it, and these fingerprint-stained walls that make it up can feel claustrophobic at times.”
“I noticed voicemails on my home phone. Everyone had our cell numbers, so I couldn’t imagine who could have called our house and left not one, but three messages. Surprisingly, it was my doctor. ‘Something doesn’t look right.’ She wanted me to call her back, but didn’t say any more than that.”
“They don’t care whether your hair is a mess, if you’re not the best baker in the world, or if you can’t string together anything more than boxed mac-n-cheese.”
“We are not super moms and dads. And honestly, the smallest acts feel so huge in this season.”
“Some say actions speak louder than words, but I would argue words are a very honorable start. So, I want to start this conversation: Hi. My name is Mama, and I’m tired.”
“I sat in disbelief as the doctors claimed the girl they saw in front of them had too much autonomy and confidence, worked too hard to engage, and had far too great of abstract thinking to possibly be on the spectrum.”
“No, the powerful men don’t go out by themselves. Instead, they send out sons and daughters of mothers to fight their battles. The same sons and daughters that not long ago rode in strollers.”
“I’ve been in class, begging for it to end early because I was leaking breast milk I knew my baby would want. I’ve been in class, unable to focus on the test questions because I knew my baby needed me at home.”
“For nine years, that sweet boy was at every Christmas and licked every tear. He took care of our babies and loved every guest who ever entered our home.”