Tag: motherhood reflections
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It’s Not Just the Nipple Shield
It 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.
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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?
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The Role of a Mother
Motherhood is more than a title — it is sacrifice, presence, love, and letting go. In this reflective poem, Shahida Alvarado explores the quiet emotional weight of being a mother and the invisible strength carried through every stage of raising a child.
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Butterfly
In the quiet moments of new motherhood, love arrives in unexpected ways—soft, uncertain, and deeply transformative.
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I’m Not Ready to Let Go of These Moments
A quiet, tender reflection on rocking a baby to sleep and realizing just how quickly these moments pass. A raw and heartfelt piece about the beauty, ache, and bittersweet reality of watching your child grow.
Raw Mothering 