If my kids had their way, they would hand me a rider that would rival Van Halen’s.

We do it all. And sure, it makes them feel loved, but not because we’re checking all the little boxes of what a “good mom” should do.

I want you to know that you matter. You, and all you are doing, are enough. You are beautiful, and you are a success.

Give me the strength to drive to work, knowing my heart is at daycare and school.

Sometimes I want to run away, hide in a corner of the house where no one can reach me until I find the strength to break free from the stress that winds itself through my nerves.

So where do you draw the line and how far do you go with explaining ‘what’s outside their bubble’? What is the age rating on the atrocities of life?

Sometimes it’s nice to have something just for you.

On the baby monitor one might see swaddle breaks, pacifier pitching or future presidents of crib climbers anonymous but the mommy monitor would surely catch me…

I'm starting to learn our lives are not the sum of different parts. They are hundreds of todays strung together.

The women here well before lunchtime, whose dark-circled eyes match my own? These are my people.