There’s something about having children of your own that causes you to carefully analyze your own upbringing. Or maybe taking off the rose-colored glasses is part of finally becoming your
I struggle with being a mom. I’ve struggled through six years of the predictable laundry, food, scheduling, and interrupted sleep that comes with being a mom. And I’ve struggled through
The precious mom bubble: the definition of sanity for those who even teeter on the edge of introvert. We all have a bubble. And it seems like our kids just
Instagram: @beardedoxtimber Facebook: @beardedoxtimber I had to take a breath when I saw it. Or a few. Perhaps my hands were also on my knees as I hunched over in
Moms aren’t supposed to enjoy being at home with their kids. We are supposed to be competent career women who are not just intelligent and articulate, but have clean cars,
Being a mom who works outside the home is hard. Plain hard. It is a division of your time, your energy, your focus. A division of your loyalty. It is,
Friends, we are being crushed by expectation. The expectation is that every single family be self-sufficient. To chauffeur, build, arrange, direct and engage the children, in addition to holding down
Momming on a good day isn’t easy. Momming when you feel like garbage can be an excruciating form of nurture. There have been many days in my six years of
Your heart and your character are far more important to me than marks or medals. You took big gouges out of my selfishness. I will always be thankful for you
I give my kids treats. I myself love a good chunk of chocolate. Or chips. Or cookie. Or ice cream. They see me inhale them as I chug my mug
