The day my nine-month-old fell off the bed, a friend was over. We were chatting in the hallway, sorting clothes to donate. I’d set him down on his back, sure he was in a good spot. I briefly hesitated, but knew it would only be a minute or two, and satisfied myself with…
Dear Momma, Today I want to share some of my imperfections with you. I yell. A lot. Sometimes it seems that the only way that the boys will listen is if there is yelling involved. I lose my patience easily. I discipline out of anger. I have a hard time apologizing. Is it…
Twenty years ago, I sat on my bathroom floor in my college apartment with a bottle of aspirin in my hand and was ready to take my life. I had battled depression and self-esteem issues for a long time, and the pain had become unbearable. I wrestled with my jumbled, emotional thoughts. Although the pain…
I used to be the perfect mother, and had the blog to prove it. I sewed cute matching pants and skirts for my kids. I threw ridiculously detailed themed parties just for fun. I prepped and froze 40 meals at a time and baked our bread from scratch. I homeschooled my older children while…
When I was a girl of 12 all I dreamed about being when I grew up was Mama. I was the kid who was always willing, and probably more demanding than I should have been, to take a baby off its mama’s hands. I loved how they smelled, how they felt all snuggled…
I am a terrible mother. Odds are, so are you. The other night my husband and I were in the family room, and I was complaining about having to tell our daughter to do the dishes approximately 6,352 times before she sighed with disgust and began plunging the dishes into the now-lukewarm water….