Slow Down
I have trouble slowing down. Finding time to rest is non-existent and if I were to have a spare few minutes, my natural reaction is to hurry up and fill Read more
Lean in close, friend. Because you REALLY need to hear these words and let them sink into your bones. You. Are. Enough. Whether you breast or bottle fed, work outside Read more
Today is Picture Day Here’s the thing, friends. When I say I don’t care what other people think, I actually mean those words. I even kind of love going against Read more
The goth girl sitting alone in the cafeteria, the middle aged mom who can’t get out of bed, the overworked boss whose frazzled demeanor makes everyone clam up in their Read more
Today I’ve packed lunches, bagged Cheerios, and whooshed little feet out the door to make it to drop off on time. I’ve done eleventy loads of laundry without a single Read more
Today my daughter dressed herself. I’m talking tall polka dotted socks, bike shorts with donuts on them, and a glittery snowman long sleeved shirt…and it’s 85 degrees. She beamed with Read more
Here’s the deal, I yell at my kids. I do. There. I said it. Let all the Judgy Karens grab their torches and pitchforks and press the last number to Read more
Adulting, wifing, momming, careering…all of it. I quit. All of us who have kids can spot the sleepy newborn mom roaming aimlessly the Target Dollar Spot as if she doesn’t know what Read more
Because sometimes the rain is more than rain–its a downright life-threatening storm. Because it’s in the moments that follow the fear and the thunder that shed the most light on Read more
Can I just be real with you for a minute? No. I mean REALLY real. Like the kind of real you don’t tell a lot of people because then they’ll Read more
In the 60 minutes before school each day, a lot can happen. Shoes are lost, breakfast goes uneaten, lunches are packed, clothes are put on, then changed, then put on Read more
*This is a sponsored post. School is back in session! As a parent, you always want your child or children to succeed in everything they do and school is the Read more
Giiiiirrrrllll, I feel you. I mean, I feel you. So. Hard. I cried when I took my boy to preschool for the first time and I sobbed like a newborn Read more
First, let me applaud you–for parenting, not babysitting. For hanging in there when insults and toys are being thrown. For sticking around when other men would’ve said, “This is just Read more
You GUYS!! It’s been foooorrreeevvvveerrr since I hopped on to (re)introduce myself and there are so many new faces up in here! So, allow me to take the mic for Read more
Friend, we need to begin with the disclaimer that there is no parenting contest. We aren’t trying to participate in some jacked up motherhood one upper competition. All parents struggle Read more
Parenting any child in the age of social media, Pinterest crafts, participation trophies, and birthday parties whose price tag could make the queen blush is, at best, a complete disaster. Read more
Have you ever had one of those days? You know the ones. Nothing earth shattering happens, but the few small pieces of bad news that may have otherwise just bummed Read more
Before we go any further, let’s just address the self righteous Karens who are already giving me the side eye and disapproving flip of their severely angled haircut after reading Read more
[et_pb_section bb_built=”1″][et_pb_row][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text] Dear Momma & Papa, I want you to know that it will be okay. Dear God it doesn’t feel like it will, and it feels like you Read more
Friends, today has been a DAY. It is barely lunchtime and it has been a daaaaaaayyyyyyy. We spent the last four days traveling and reuniting with old friends, swimming in Read more
I roll to one side and crack open a tired eyelid to see that it’s not even six am. The sun hasn’t considered coming up yet and the sound of Read more
This is what extreme parenting looks like. I am honest to a fault, raw and vulnerable, holding little back because I believe the more open we are with our testimony Read more
Labels tend to only mater much to those to whom they are assigned. So, for the first few years of my son’s life, I was just ‘Mama’. That’s it. Nothing Read more