World’s Okayest Mom

World’s Okayest Mom

Hands stacked. Let’s all be the World’s Okayest Mom together. Let’s trust in the big patchwork blanket we stitch, each filling a unique and important piece of the display. What we individually gift our children – out of example and mistake is what they will carry forward when sewing their own. My children will expand and inspire yours with the gifts they’ve been given. Your children will expand and inspire mine.

Him. Me.

Him. Me.

Our space of independent exploration is woven with our togetherness in a stitch I never want to change, but I know better. Our story will continue to deliver an evolving love.

| Painting Gray | Trust Yourself

| Painting Gray | Trust Yourself

It’s the kind of question so heavy with contradiction and layers that you are left with flooding thoughts and few conclusions. I imagine women have struggled to give it shape since the beginning of time. I tried, as I do, to explain my feels, while juggling the after-school needs of two babes, which led to an exhaustive and inconclusive mind dump – likely leaving her more confused than before. The scenario itself defines the very struggle.

Proud Mary

Proud Mary

Here we are together in this sacred space. We are moving at the edge of our limits flooded with endorphins. She feels it. I feel her. The amount of courage she mustered to be living out loud is impressive. After turning down many invitations, here she was…dancing at the party.

The Motherhood Pact

The Motherhood Pact

Women of exceptional worth feeling less than; pulled between their roles, never feeling fully accomplished in any one. We found relief in real company. Let’s continue to do so. Let’s stack hands and forge an understanding. A sisterhood.

Thank you Poppy, and Carl…

Thank you Poppy, and Carl…

Needing help used to feel like a weakness, a bother to others for this recovering non-imposing type. Now it feels more like connection. It’s beautiful really.

Being an Okay Mom

Being an Okay Mom

I was okay at the mom thing for the first few years. Piper made life easy. But Pierce. He stretched me. Pierce was diagnosed with cancer when he was 18-months-old. I thought he had an ear infection. The thought of losing Pierce – an unplanned child who invaded every nook and cranny of my heart, brought me to my knees every time.