The love I have for you is unlike any I’ve ever known. It mustered up the strength to lift you from your bedside crib at the hospital to nurse you during our first few nights together, even though it cost every ounce of power left in my tired, aching body, still recovering from birth. It… Read More A Mother’s Love
We’re Mommy and Daddy now, but we’re still us. We’re still us, but with more laundry and less sleep. We’re still us, but our table for two now requires enough room beside it for a diaper bag and our (ideally) sleeping baby. We’re still us, but hand-holding has turned into taking turns pushing a stroller… Read More We’re Still Us
He’s always reaching up and out. When my three-month-old nurses, he rests his hand on my chest as if to say, “Close isn’t close enough, if I can be closer.” If he’s tired when I hold him, he rests his head on my shoulder and grasps my elbow with the hand that ends up dangling… Read More Let Me See Your Eyes
It doesn’t take much. If my son begins to stir while drifting off to Dreamland, I simply place my hand on his back and feel his movements calm. I love listening carefully to his breathing become slow and steady, which almost never takes more than a minute or two. When I make a quick escape… Read More Momma’s Here
As I listen to rocketship and airplane noises from the next room, I’m somewhat tempted to make sure noone is flying too high or at risk of a crash landing. When I see my husband using one of his manly hands to hold our son under his arms, I sometimes wish he would use the… Read More Let Daddy be Daddy
I always thought she’d move in once our house became home to our firstborn. I assumed she would wake up early so she could cross some things off her to-do list before making her husband and herself a hearty breakfast. I imagined her kissing her husband as he headed off to work, then folding laundry… Read More Supermom Doesn’t Live Here
The Momma Lion in me came to life two months ago as I discovered strength and courage I didn’t know I possessed. But I didn’t find it all within. I went into the birthing room overdue, as prepared as it’s possible to be, and so very ready. In the weeks leading up to the night… Read More The Momma Lion In Me
I’m taking in this quiet moment of my little love sleeping peacefully in my arms after simultaneously filling his belly and diaper. I’m becoming increasingly accustomed to the concept of simply being and must give credit to my son, my excellent teacher. I’ve decided against waking him to take him to the changing table or… Read More And So I Shall Be
We’re very goal-oriented, always looking forward. And while it’s good to be living a life that is in motion, far too often, we slip into a state of “when… then.” When I look back, I see a multitude of “when… then”s in my life. “When I finally have a boyfriend.” “When I graduate high school.”… Read More Enough with the “when… then…”s
You are wild. You are fearless and free. You haven’t learned to hide even the slightest bit of who you are or what you feel. You are pure. You are tender and sweet. Your skin has yet to be bruised, your heart has never known offense or been left pained or scarred. You are so,… Read More Dependency On The One Who Can