The answer is still no. Go ahead. Scream. Cry. Slam your bedroom door. You will get through this. The pain you're now feeing is shaping you, teaching you, strengthening you. You'll be a better person.
I Will Never Pee Alone Again
A poem from Shelley Little.
Refrain
A poem to my unborn children.
Ask Her More
I know how it is when you see her there with her big doe eyes and her shiny blonde hair. How do you not say, “Well, what is that you’re …
When Things Go Right
Everyone understands when things go wrong.
No Brazilian Here
Every child has a few, wildly creative ways they articulate the world around them.
The Importance of Simple Play
No amount of time will ever be enough
Remember not to fill that time with too much stuff
Harvesting the Oranges Before Spring Growth
Waiting to be plucked, or left alone, the oranges
shrivel and fade, because
new life is on the horizon.
Mamalode Takes Pause to Celebrate
But sometimes, we just need a moment to breathe, think, unwind and question.
Surrendering my Expectations of Motherhood
Motherhood means dwelling within these transitions.