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When A Mama Says She’s Tired, She Means It

“Because a mama’s body? It is a sponge. Absorbing the entirety of the world around her. Those responsibilities she must hold and honor. The endless reel of worries. The flood of feelings she can’t prevent from drowning her heart. Guilt. Fear. Anguish. Heartache. Loneliness. Comparison.”

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It’s Not My Turn To Spend My Days As I Please—One Day, I’ll Get My Turn

“It’s my turn to memorize the perfect squishiness of chubby baby faces. It’s my turn to heal boo-boos with a kiss. It’s my turn to cuddle and rock. It’s my turn for park days and playdates. It’s my turn to soak up the beautiful, exhausting, magic of motherhood while the turn is still mine.”

I Gave Birth To All-Girl Quintuplets

“The tech said, ‘Baby A-girl, baby B-girl, baby C-girl, baby D-girl, and baby E-girl.’ Later, we found out our girls were only the 2nd set of all-girl quintuplets in the US.”

You Can Move On From Grief, Without Leaving It Behind

“During my mom’s ten-year battle with Alzheimer’s, I put my life on hold in so many ways that I stopped living it altogether. I eventually realized just getting by was no way to live my one and only life. I felt like moving on meant leaving her behind, but I eventually learned I had it all wrong.”

In Our House, We Chose The Dinner Table

“Autism makes you choose things. It makes you look at your life and decide what matters—what you’re willing to work for and sweat for and defend and build. Through all the chatter and the plates and the food, we told this boy that here, in this house with this table and this family, he matters. He matters.”