Mama, hold my rock
I nodded as he excitedly told me he found the perfect rock for me. It wasn’t the first perfect rock he’d given me, nor would it be the last.

The village thrives on kindness
Even though I couldn’t afford it, I made extra food or gave out smaller portions when there were extra children in my house at dinnertime.

When Mommy Is Chronically Ill: Now Is Rarely A Good Time
When Mommy is chronically ill, "now is not a good time," takes on a whole new meaning. When Mommy is in bed most of the day, most days of the week, of the month and of the year, seeing Mommy in bed is normal. Chronic illness is forever.

More than Just a Mom
You’ve got to rate yourself high or you have nothing to give others. It sounds silly, but I’m living proof that being The Giving Tree isn’t appreciated by anyone

Passive-Aggressive Treatment
Sending my firstborn to Kindergarten where they had lockdown drills was a HUGE, emotional step for me to take. I invited my in-laws over for dinner and cake to celebrate the first day of Kindergarten. That wasn’t enough for the MIL.

I lost my identity to motherhood
How in the name of all things holy are we supposed to maintain our pre-parent identity while simultaneously being involved?

Today’s kids are traumatized by smaller setbacks.
I am responsible for the things I say in anger. I’m accountable for my flaws. No one is perfect and sometimes exhaustion prevails over calm logic.

Parenting Advice from Childless People
A word to the wise: If you’re not a parent, don’t give advice about how you’d handle your imaginary children.

You will feel joy and heartbreak when you leave your teen at college
When your child leaves your home to start a new chapter, it’s okay to feel joy and grief, pride and heartbreak, happiness and sorrow.

Seeing the world now through the eyes of my 7-year-old
As adults struggle to comprehend the magnitude of horror in Uvalde, I am confident that seven-year-olds can’t truly process such vile murders.
I nodded as he excitedly told me he found the perfect rock for me. It wasn’t the first perfect rock he’d given me, nor would it be the last.