“You don’t have to put mom in your professional bio. Not required in the least! But if you do, I just want to say thanks. Because someone else out there might really need to see it. To know you carry little hearts in your heart, and around your ankles, too.”
“Today, I start living out the life I want my children to live.”
“This morning, I’m almost 9 years into this journey. I’m sitting in a chair in my living room drinking coffee, trying to find the right words, and I barely recognize the girl sitting in the green recliner.”
“I’m calculating how much screen time is acceptable. I’m planning a swift bedtime routine, a quick escape. I want to longingly sink into my own sheets, the cotton becoming my second skin.”
“I WANT her to be a child. I WANT her to not give a flying f–k about her weight. Or her size. Or her figure.”
“The people saying these things think they are offering you a sense of comfort, but instead of lifting us up with encouragement, they tear us down little by little and make us feel even more defeated than we already do.”
“They need me in ways that are more exhausting to my mind and my heart and my soul. Still, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“I’m a good mom. Until we’re running late. Or no one is listening to me. Until they’re fighting. Or I’m the one raising my voice. Or I got stares at the grocery store. I cry about it sometimes. I overthink it. I question myself.”
“They didn’t ask for this. They never chose this. They don’t get to walk away… and I’ll never walk away from my kids.”
“I was grateful for the darkness on the drive home so she couldn’t see the tears streaming down my face. The radio loud so she couldn’t hear the sobs I was choking back.”
