To my baby, when I get it all wrong.
Last night I laid you down, a sleepy dreaming toddler and today you awoke somehow bigger. As I picked you up out of bed your legs dangled...
To my baby, when I get it all wrong.
Working moms don't just want flexibility in the workplace, we need it.
When I forget to tell you.
The last time.
All they want for Christmas is you.
Raising boys.
It's OK, mama, you're normal.
A mother's community.
Choosing JOY.
Mama, you were made for this.
The illusion of the perfect mom.
To the mama who is struggling, you are enough.
Hurry up and slow down.
Stop with the guilt.
To the women who watch my baby while I am away, Thank You.
Balance? That's Funny.