Even on the very worst days, there’s usually a light to be found. Flecked throughout or dappled like sunlight we can usually find at least one Good Thing. But on our very hardest days, the days when we feel like we sighed more than we spoke, on days where we collate our unkind words into a rap sheet, we forget the good.
Parenting is wild. In every single…
Read MoreYou are not a permissive parent.
You are not.
It’s tiring. It’s tiring to turn against things so ingrained in us, since childhood, since…
Read MoreI think that we are often sold a trope, a stereotype of what kindness in motherhood should look like. I ask you to imagine it, to close your eyes and think of the words “self-kindness”.
Is it bubble baths and facials, a spa day, shopping without children, getting your haircut, a massage? Or is it something more deeply nourishing than that?…
Read MoreI remember crying, big wracking sobs, because all I wanted was a bath. Eilish was seven weeks old, I was seven weeks postpartum unsure as to whether or not she would wake up. A ten minute soak in some warm water was all I wanted. Just five minutes, even, would do. It was a small lifeline to before, the smallest indulgence that had become an impossible task. I didn’t have one…
Read MoreMy body and me have never really had much of a problem with one another. We have never had many quarrels, never really erred on the side of unhappiness in our relationship; my body has always been quite good company.
She’s always been quite a forgiving one. Allowed me far…
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