Sometimes my boys will tell me I’m the best mom ever. Typically it’s after I get them something like hot cocoa with extra whipped…
why being a mom is enough
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We’re missing community. Those were the words I uttered to the elderly lady in front of me in line yesterday as we waited to…
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Sometimes it’s not even eight in the morning and the craziness has begun. He called me a bully. Everyone is too loud. I don’t…
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Do you feel it? This crazy measuring up pressure on mothers? On you? Right now in the midst of motherhood? In the midst of…
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You’re my hero. For real. My youngest is four. Four years old, and for the first time I feel like I can catch my…
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I think you’re the best, mommy. I didn’t believe him. I sat in my living room, on the worn plaid couch that for years…