Tag: mothering
The Newborn Time Warp
Before having a baby, there was never enough time in the day. I found myself constantly wishing for a few more hours in which...
34 Weeks Premature
As I sit here with my son sleeping peacefully in my lap, I find that his first two weeks of life feel like a...
Meet Elissa…
I felt empowered, womanly, strong, incredible after giving birth to my first son, Eli. “Girl, you’re a rockstar,” my midwife said as I sat...
Joy is a Worthy Prize
Sometimes there is fire in her eyes the color of her hair. A low burning red. You wouldn't have known it 26 months and...
When opinions run a muck
People have opinions. It's human nature. They start at an early age when your parent looks you up and down and says, "that is...
A Letter to the Weary Mom
Dear Weary Mom,
There is something beautiful about spring. After the cold and death that surrounds us in winter, spring is the promise of new...
Moms Who Inspire: Stacie’s story…
It’s fitting that my very first blog post comes out today, June 15, the one year anniversary of the birth of my sons. Yes---twins....
One Year
My sweet little baby is officially a toddler. Aedan turned one year old on the 19th and I cannot believe how quickly this year...
Moms Who Inspire: Ringing in the New Year with a New...
If someone had told me even just a year ago that I'd be working at a senior living facility that specializes in Alzheimer's and...
Dwelling on Tutus
My daughter Wren grinned squinty eyes as we sang happy birthday this morning, then cheered us into an encore as if she knew something...
The Do-It-All Mama
I loathe her.
I want to be her.
Oh you know who I'm talking about. The mom who seems to have it all put together. You...
Simply Magical
When I dreamed about motherhood I thought about all those big "firsts" in my child's life that I would cherish. I knew there would...
Things I never thought I’d say…EVER!
Let's be honest here, we were way more civilized when we were single or married without kids. I remember the "art" of conversation. I...
Where I Got My Kids: Parenting my biracial children
I’ll never forget the first time I was asked “The Question”. We were stopped at a gas station filling up when this woman approached...