The Ultimate Mom Challenge
I tried so hard to be a good girl. People would tell me if you don’t have something nice to say don’t say anything at all… so I didn’t say anything. I stayed quiet. I let people walk all over me. I had zero boundaries. When people would hurt me, I would turn the other…
I will hold your hand, my child. I will advocate for you. I will fight for you. I will be your voice when you can’t speak for yourself. When you’re home I will help you prepare. I will teach you, guide you, and hold your hand. When you’re in places I cannot be, I will…
Some days motherhood is deeply satisfying. Most days it is not. Lately, if I can make it to school drop off without shedding a single tear or threatening to take away everyone’s screen time for eternity, it’s a good day. If I can get to bedtime without seriously considering running out the front door, it’s…
I’ve always known I was highly sensitive, but it never occurred to me how much it affected my parenting. Overestimation triggers me. Loud noises, constant yells for “mom!!!!”, and rooms in disarray make me feel on tilt. I like calm, quiet, and clean. Because it feels like control to me. Unfortunately, my family with two…
Beautiful girl, there’s something you need to know. People will try to contain you. To quiet you. To manage you. People will tell you what to do and who to be and how to act, to the detriment of your own good. You will be conditioned to hide your emotions, to carry the weight of…
It recently occurred to me that I have not seen anything from a friend group text in a while. I figured everyone was probably busy with the summer, upcoming school year, and life. But then a darker thought struck. What if my friends ghosted me — and created a new group text without me? This…
This is not my season for clean houses. For organized shelves or fashionable furniture. This is not my season for fancy restaurants. Or recipes with more than five ingredients. Dinner parties or evenings out past 8 p.m. Because this is my season for child rearing. It’s booger (and butt) wiping, it’s chasing kids around the…
“No one’s coming to save you,” I reminded myself as I wiped a tear from my cheek and pressed on. I stopped thinking of who I could call this late at night — could anyone help? Alas, the darkness had swept this summer night sky and the vast feeling of emptiness gripped my chest and…