I didn’t always enjoy motherhood as much as I do this way, under the sun. As I plant my smile somewhere in between my children’s cartwheeling shadows on the sunlit grass today, I am brought back to six years ago when motherhood first greeted me like a rush of huge wave...
We are all each other’s lessons and teachers. While I’m busy telling you to not go so high and to be mindful of these edges, you are constantly showing me the best way to live my life - big smiles, soaring high and not caring what people think.
When I first entered motherhood, my life revolved around my child. I would feed my child first before feeding myself, filled my social media pages with photos of her and every little thing she did, created hashtags under her name, and changed my playlist from ‘George H...
Often, when I think back about the things I’ve yelled at my preschooler for, none of them are things that are out of the ordinary. They’re very much ordinary kids’ things. They’re almost nothing, sometimes.
Often, the times I’ve yelled at my child are usually times when...
They say that too much of anything is not a good thing. Well maybe except for baby scent. But I will be honest - I find it impossible to find any extra energy within me to do or talk any further kid-related thing outside the 25 hours a day I spend with my kids at home,...
Maybe the pencil we hold
while writing the story of our lives
has an eraser tip
not so much to get rid of
the parts we don’t like,
but to remind us that our days
will always be made
of beautiful mistakes
and lessons so great.