I found out pretty quickly how naive it was to think that the moment Lucy and I returned from our unexpected trip to the hospital, all would be well again. Don’t get me wrong — my sweet baby girl is in great health and none of the symptoms that landed us within those sterile, white… Read More Pizza Dough Therapy
For what felt like the tenth time, I woke up with contractions just a few hours after going to sleep. The first night it happened, I thought about getting the bath water running, certain that “this was it” but not sure how quickly things would end up progressing. After an hour or two of lying… Read More Birth Story: Welcoming Lucy
One of the things I respect most about the way my mom raised my brother and I, is the fact that she was never afraid of a nice, big mess. She likely would have done even more laundry if it had been up to her, but I was the peculiar, little girl who was known… Read More Motherhood Is Messy
If it’s possible for one-year-olds to wake up on the wrong side of the bed, mine definitely did a few early mornings ago. After a while of our son whining to leave the bedroom, my husband carried Ellis down the steep, wooden staircase to our kitchen as I followed right behind them. My son grew… Read More Take My Hand
Every time I watch my son’s chest rise and fall in steady rhythm, I am reminded of the profound miracle it is for his lungs to be filled with the breath of life, even as he sleeps. When I look back at early pictures of him, I smile in awe at the way my son… Read More I Will Never Not Be Thankful
I’ve watched the leaves turn from green to gold year after year, but yesterday, I noticed something I never had before. I was walking through our little German town with my head tilted back slightly, enchanted by the warm colors above me and by the heat of the afternoon sun met by a brisk breath… Read More Shifting Seasons
Some might call it a bad habit, but the easiest, most effective way to put my son to sleep is for me to nurse him and watch as his blinking slowly conceals his bright eyes and the purest peace washes over his sweet, soft face. I love lying next to him when my otherwise very… Read More The Price Of Being Present
As the end of the day slowly rolled around, I tried to think of ways to bridge the gap between dinner time and bed time. My husband was away on a trip and I had already been on three walks with my little boy to pass the time that day. I decided on a bath,… Read More These Are The Days
We are everywhere. We’re at the park, at the grocery store. We’re in the office, in the car. We’re at birthday parties, choir concerts, swimming pools and soccer games. We’re in the kitchen, the rocking chair and sometimes, we’re even in the shower. We are Mom. I haven’t belonged to this elite club for long,… Read More We Are Mom
To the Momma with a miracle inside: You’re probably trying to piece together the images of motherhood you have in your mind, wondering what the empty canvas of your upcoming season will look like once the colors of the life you’re currently carrying splash onto it. Maybe you picture yourself sitting in your favorite chair… Read More There Will Be Days
