My Baby’s Heartbeat

I remember the night my mother miscarried. All she’d ever wanted was a son; instead she had me. I was seven years old, an only child already half deprived of affection because both my parents were emotionally...

A Mother’s Heart

“Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did – that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow...

Natural Sworn Enemies

“I know you are, but what am I?” We’ve all been there. In the midst of an intense sibling battle, the oldest holding something of yours just over your head to where even your tippy-toes can’t even reach. You...

The Day Scales Fell From My Eyes

I still recall that moment quite vividly. It was bedtime and I was reading another of their favorite fairy tales as I put them to bed. “The big bad wolf said to the squash vanilla juice…” my voice trailed off...

Mommying Is Hard

The hardest job I’ve ever had has been becoming a mother. Don’t get me wrong, it has been the most wonderful gift, but definitely the hardest. Children don’t come with rule books or an owner’s manual...

Love In Its Most Honest Form

I am not a mother. I always wanted to be a mother, at least that is what I tell myself, but perhaps I thought I was destined to fill a role that was not meant to be mines. As I progress through life, I find myself...

Combating Perceived Limitations

Lately, I find myself feeling more and more pensive about the future. Specifically, the future of my children and the children of the world at large, in regards to gender, identity, and the stereotypical roles that so...

Motherhood Legacy

Some days, I think about becoming a mother with a smile. Most days, I don’t. The idea of one day bringing another person into this world scares me in ways I didn’t know possible. I’m coming up on four years of marriage...

Surviving PPD

On August 1, 2015, the second happiest moment of my life occurred: the birth of my second child and beloved son Gabriel. I recall it vividly—the quiet, dimly-lit hospital room, the soothing presence of my doula, my...