When having kids means losing your job.
My anxiety doesn’t mean I can’t be a good parent. In fact, it makes me a better one.
Most weekends, my $43,000 salary was going toward rental cars, hotels, and eating out with Cameron.
Hope is a weed because it creeps into the dark places. It’s resilient. Persistent.
When I look in the mirror I don’t see my kids’ mom anymore. I see me.
I felt incredibly alone. My body had failed me.
Each new baby represents more claims on your time and energy.
Motherhood didn’t become my identity– it helped me find it.
While it is true that binge-drinking among moms is reaching epidemic levels, it is not the act of mom-ing that got us there.
The real reason I’m worried about sending my kids to school is that I’m going to be alone.
It is ironic that the act of baby making can feel so unsexy.
I’m the mom who thinks it’s a great idea to bake a cake at 11 pm or eat dessert before dinner.
I cried to my husband – sobs of guilt and sadness – because I felt like I didn’t love our little boy.