While I exhale, I miss the gentle smiles of empathy from fellow weary travelers on this parenting road. I miss the community acknowledgment of the passage of time, no matter how short, no matter how small an accomplishment may seem.
my daughters best? Am I stagnant, just present, and reliable while looking nice and adding ambiance? Or does love mean coming alongside them, ignoring the voices of those that might pity our family structure, and reaching for the light?
If I have learned anything over the past nine years, it’s that every woman’s experience with pregnancy, childbirth, and motherhood is uniquely her own. It is the same with every father’s experience. No two birth stories are the same. We thought we would share ours… Disbelief: Our First Birth Story I woke up particularly early … [Read more…]
Just like many clichés I’ve faced as a mother of so many little girls, one replays repeatedly, especially around birthdays. Everyone wants to know if your family is complete. “When will you have another one?” For the first time, the answer is… “I don’t think I will.” Depending on the crowd, this … [Read more…]