In this house, we mess up.

Every ounce of me is tired.

The year of the mother.

This isn't just parenting - this is mothering through a pandemic.

What you're doing - matters.

This waiting place isn't easy.

Your kids don't want perfect, they want a mama who is real.

You're good - right smack dab in all of your mess.

To the mama filled with worry, you've done enough.

You're not failing.

Stop coasting on fumes and calling it living.

Not everyone is going to like you - it's OK.

There's not one of us that's doing it better than the other.

It's time to lower the bar.

I'm never going to be consistent, but that's OK.

That JOY you're searching for - it's not found in her life.

You can be grateful and still have hard days.

The five words my son said that leveled me in all of my mess.

Don't be afraid to run your own race.

Get out of your own head.

Stop telling yourself you can't when you can.

That hard thing - it will not break you.

Put down the guilt and see yourself for everything you ARE.

When is the last time you went all in?

It takes two minutes to impact someone's life.

That mama you're comparing yourself to: She's not doing it better.

Life isn’t meant to be a blur, mama—I’m throwing up the white flag.

Stop telling yourself 'I'm not,' and replace it with 'I am.'

Mama, be who you were made to be, not who others want you to be.

You're more than "Good enough" Mama - You're "Good" plain and simple.

The beauty of motherhood lies in ordinary, in-between moments.

I'm taking back my joy and you should too, Mama.

My baby, people will give you a thousand reasons to carry hate - love them anyway.

Your worth isn't defined by others expectations, Mama, so let the guilt go.

Here’s to the women who give it their all - you’re everything this world needs.

I'm done chasing perfection and you should be too, mama.

I hope I loved you enough today.

We can learn from our littles, mama.

To my baby, don't blend - RISE.

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.