The First, or The Only?
MOTHERHOOD, ANXIETY // MAY 19, 2020
And just like that, he is one. I am no longer a mother of a newborn. That is no longer my identity. It is this identity that I have lived with for what feels like so long. Seemingly, I rubbed my eyes, poured my coffee—and boom, there was a toddler. There is no level on which I am ready to accept this. Inside, I’m pleading—give me back the newborn onesies, the burp clothes and breastfeeding accoutrement I have packed away so neatly in plastic containers I store for another time, or to give away to friends. No longer needed, they’ve been pushed aside—somewhat analogous to how I’m feeling in this season of motherhood. They are the cherished relics of what I felt would be the hardest time. They elicit a sense of nostalgia. The strong and somewhat nauseating smell of baby detergent enveloping us both as we would rock in the glider, or cry together on the couch. It still sits on my nose to this day.
The Red Button
LIFE, FAMILY, COVID-19 // MAY 22, 2020
Here we are, 67 days in. The shock has worn off, and we've assimilated somewhat nicely to our new routine. We know where we will be going this weekend—nowhere. We know who we will be seeing this weekend—no one. Yet somehow, as the global pandemic dust settles all around us, we are finding ourselves connecting with far-away family now more than ever before.
Why Am I Writing A Blog?
LIFE // January 18. 2020
Honestly, aren’t there enough Mom blogs out there? Isn’t there already such a multitude of overwhelming information circulating the internet? Of course there is. And this is just my little slice of it.
I don’t consider myself to be a particularly good writer. My grammar isn’t perfect. My vocabulary isn’t impressive. So please proceed with caution! But back in the day, I was known to write a book or two. We’re talkin’ elementary school library status with my buddies (whattup Emily and Carrie). I majored in Nursing and went in to healthcare of course. While this career path has been an amazing opportunity in my life, it certainly is not a career with a whole lot of room for creativity with the written word.
It wasn’t until after I had my son that I began to feel an itch to write. I tried to ignore it, but nevertheless, it persists. There were so many emotions and experiences (more on that later) surrounding pregnancy, birth and new motherhood that I felt like this type of outlet would be beneficial for my mental health (and cheaper than therapy).