Motherhood

  • Kids

    I’ve had my computer snatched up by a nine year old, and I’m writing this on my phone. It’s never the same, writing from a tiny little screen, without that perfect ‘tap of keys’ feeling. The kids had their cross… Continue reading

  • A Little Girl

    There is a tiny human in my life (four years old, and very sweet) who is wide awake at 9pm. Waiting for her best friend (me) to take her back to bed. It’s unknown the origins of this excess late… Continue reading

  • Happy Birthday, Little Boy.

    My little boy’s birthday party is spinning around me as I type these words. We find ourselves after dinner, during cake, before presents: and by golly, there is noise. The most glorious kind. And the most deafening, uncomfortable kind. I… Continue reading

  • Family

    I was planning on writing something from the heart. Something deep. Something that said something, about something important. But then the most important thing curled up on my shoulder in the form of a nine year old girl, and all… Continue reading

  • The Beauty of Motherhood: Our New White Rose

    She is four-years-old, and knows only sunshine. Even when it rains, the sun soon returns for her, and I breathe her in. Like a drug delivering a pure dose of light to every vein. A few moments ago, her sunshine… Continue reading

  • Embracing Gratitude: Finding the Beauty in Chaos.

    I get to lie with my little girl, again. She’ll flail her four-year-old legs, again, she’ll tell me she’s not tired. Many, many times. But I get to do this. I get to feel her tiny thumb slide up and… Continue reading

  • Heart

    My heart makes it clear when it wants to speak. It softens. Warms. And I listen, as if it might whisper some sort of miracle to me, a recipe to make the aching go away. There has been such joy… Continue reading

  • Such Love Shines

    These tender nights. This soul that whispers, weary as can be. Such love shines upon the pavement of life. Darlings of mine. How they take this heart, how they shatter the light, that I might be the stars. Continue reading

  • Quietly Contemplating

    I’m an explosion of heart. Tender and soft, especially of late. Quietly contemplating, missing the people I love, whispering a subtle question to the world of nothing around me. Where am I going, and who am I? So much of… Continue reading

  • A Silence

    I am tidying the mess my three children have made. Motherhood has broken me, today. It has hurt me, it has hurt them, and all because I have failed to be perfect. And so have they. But as I am… Continue reading