I could feel it building over over the past week. The not listening. The blatant disrespect and bad decision making. And it was driving me crazy.

Being a good mother doesn’t mean you have to be perfect. It’s about having the willingness to try again when things get messy.

I’m starting to realize this: the less blame I pile on myself for things I can’t change, the more energy I can invest in my kids right now.

The problem with my “me time” coming in a bottle is that it eventually took much more than it gave.

Today I take away a new perspective on motherhood. I learned that the sometimes inconvenient moments can turn out to be the most magical memories of my life.

You do you, momvan. Maybe she used to be a strippervan.

What happens when you know you need support?

I had no idea so much freedom could be found in such a short phrase.

Oh, mama: I hear you now. You are berating yourself. Questioning yourself. Criticizing yourself.

Today, I flip the script. My new inner monologue goes something like this: parenting is not nothing.