How can I raise this delicate little girl to be strong and independent, to stick up for her rights, to stand out in the crowd?
Adjust. Adapt. Move forward. It’s in our DNA; we evolve.
The double-edged sword is this: the more we grow up, the more we move away from moments like these, face-to-face and heart-to-heart at 2 a.m.
I’m exhausted and long to return to the comfort of my own bed, desperately trying to will the flailing baby in my arms to wear himself out and just go back to sleep.
My daughter had brought something with her into this world: she’d brought hope in like wildflowers, roots and all, rich soil spilling from their leaves.
But the one thing that worries me is when does this all pass on to me? When do I become the mum who knows how to attack any stain on a garment of clothing?
The decision to be done having kids was easy.
Tired of the nagging fear of inadequacy that the books gave me and desperate to silence the voice saying, you should be doing more, I took my mom’s advice.
Rob and I are better parents while adventuring, simply because we are happier, more present, more appreciative of a new place. It's not easier, by any means. But it's worth it.
Every mother, especially new mothers at their wits ends, at some point, deserve to be uplifted from the cloud of self-doubt, panic and anxiety, which seems to accompany us.