
“I immersed myself in her story, and with each word, it resonated deeply within me; suddenly, I felt a comforting sense of connection, realizing I wasn’t as alone as I had thought.”
Raw Mothering
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- Five Years From Now: The Mother, Wife & Woman I Hope to BeFive years. It really doesn’t sound like that long. Until I think about the fact that my almost-three-year-old daughter will be almost eight years old. Eight. That’s a full-blown kid. Right now, we’re transitioning into a big-girl bed. We’re potty training. I’m getting excited listening to her learn to speak in full sentences. She still… Read more: Five Years From Now: The Mother, Wife & Woman I Hope to Be
- Every Milestone Is Exciting… Until You’re Standing In ItPotty training isn’t just about saying goodbye to diapers—it’s about realizing your baby isn’t quite a baby anymore. From the pressure of outside opinions to the bittersweet emotions of watching another chapter close, this is an honest look at what potty training has really felt like for us.
- When Their Behavior Makes You Question EverythingSome nights, the hardest part of parenting isn’t your child’s behavior—it’s the guilt that follows. After one difficult bedtime left me sitting outside my daughter’s door questioning everything, I realized how quickly we blame ourselves for the hardest moments of motherhood. This is for every mom who’s ever wondered if she’s getting it right.
- It’s Not Just the Nipple ShieldIt wasn’t really the nipple shield that made me cry. It was the memories it held—the late-night feedings, the sleepy cuddles, and the realization that my baby is growing up far faster than my heart is ready for.
- When Are We Done Having Children?I used to tell people I was one and done. Looking back, I wonder if I was saying it as much for myself as I was for everyone else. As a single mom entering my 30s, I’ve found myself revisiting a question I thought I’d already answered: When are we done having children?
