Today you are 3. Today you are my little boy instead of my baby and that makes me sad. But I swear to God I will always call you my baby forever and ever even when you hate it. Thank you for being my calm in this storm of life. I’m sorry that it was… Continue reading Dear Hudson
Category: surviving motherhood
The island of motherhood
I coach a little college cheerleading on the side- just once a month for a great group of girls. I love going there because it reminds me of college... the days of effortless love, no technology, and hardly any responsibilities. Facebook wasn’t even invented until my senior year of college. We actually all got to… Continue reading The island of motherhood
Wild child don’t you cry
My daughter is everything I hate about me. I know that sounds horrible. I feel horrible writing it, but God it hits me hard. She's stubborn. I'm stubborn. She's OCD and gets stuck- just like me on a bad day. She's cranky as ever- so am I on a bad day. Sometimes she's a bully-… Continue reading Wild child don’t you cry
My Last Summer
This may sound a little morbid, but this summer is hitting me really hard- the last summer of me. The last summer that I don't have to worry about my kids because they are still in daycare. The last summer I can sit on my unicorn float and read 3 books and day drink without… Continue reading My Last Summer
Can you just stay at daycare?
This one is hard for me to write. I had to write it now because a few months from now it will sting too much. We are in the last few months of daycare and most of her friends are already gone. They all started together about 4 years ago. Juliana started there at 9… Continue reading Can you just stay at daycare?
No more guilt
I remember when I had my first baby, I want to spend every second with her. I cried my eyes out for days and hours when I sent her to daycare for the first time. I actually hated everyone at work. I even wore her teething necklace to work. I am very fortunate enough to… Continue reading No more guilt
What do you do?
I love. I mom. I run. I teach. I dream. I breathe. I dance. I feel. I get depressed. I feel run down. I cry. I compare. I get jealous. I feel. And guess what? That's okay. Why can't it be okay to feel all those feelings and have them sometimes overlap? Why do we… Continue reading What do you do?
