No Matter How Old You Grow, You Will Always Be My Baby Boy

“It seems only yesterday I brushed my hand over your newborn skin. Your tiny fingers wrapped around my thumb and squeezed. My breath hitched in my throat, because in that moment I realized your little hands had the delicate strength to mold my whole life.”

Dear Mama Having A Rough Week: You’re Getting Much More Right Than You Think

“Today, I lost it. I could feel my nerves fraying at the seams as my toddler refused to listen to anything I said. And in true me fashion, I cried. I lost my patience. I slammed cabinets and scraped plates filled with uneaten dinner. I took away privileges and declared mommy law. The mental load of motherhood broke me. Finito. Buh-bye. GONE.”