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“No one shares their stories. As a woman, carrying a child should be the most natural thing in the world so when you feel like you can’t do that properly, it’s almost shameful. For a while, I felt that way about myself but have since changed my views.
Since we had put an offer on the house, we decided to move anyway as we loved the property. Moving was tough. Anel and I were fighting a lot because I felt like he didn’t understand how I could be so upset two months later. The move just about broke me. Broke us. Two weeks later, however, I realized that my period was late and I tested positive. We were in such a bad place and I was still crying daily so it just felt off. When I showed Anel the pregnancy test, he didn’t believe it. That same day we flew to San Francisco for Thanksgiving. At the airport, I miscarried for the second time.
This time, it was different. I had only had a few hours to get excited about the pregnancy and it was still so early that it was far less painful. But in a way it was almost worse. The first time I figured, “this happens to people all the time, I’m not too worried about the future”. But this time it felt like there was something seriously wrong with my body. Thanksgiving was a mess. I was so so sad and literally told Anel that I wanted to stay in California. In my mind I wanted to just run away. From him, from my life, from everything. He brought me back down to earth, thank God.”

“Don’t be afraid of DIY projects. They honestly are usually easier than you may think! The other nice part is that it usually is the cheaper option, instead of paying way more just for someone else to make it, for cost wise it is a lot easier on your wallet! For Addi’s party I did a ton of crafts the weeks prior to her party. I think this also added a sentimental part for me, just knowing I handcrafted so many items for her special day, ones that I will cherish for a long time. The DIY ribbon chandeliers, lace/ribbon banners, highchair garland, floral letter “A” and the tin jars holding the baby’s breath were all tiny, simple projects I did and they were very impactful and so easy to create.”

“Being a parent is not always that easy for me. Sometimes it can seem so but that’s because I prefer to focus on the bright side. But there are those rare days when positive thinking just doesn’t work for me. Than it feels like everyone, except for me, can perfectly juggle kids, relationship, social life, work and leisure time. Today I woke up in such a mood and realized that there is too little energy and inspiration I leave for myself. The fine balance between paying attention to the needs of my child and thinking of my own development is something I find most difficult this first year of motherhood. There are occasions when the latter suffers. So my conclusion of today: I’m going to pay a little more attention to my personal goals. How do you keep up with that?” @thesematters

“Grace. Let’s freely give it to others and fully accept it for ourselves.
Recently I’ve heard so many moms talk about how they are failing at keeping up with life’s daily demands or failing at being the best mom to their kiddos. Throw in the judgement cast upon other moms for not “momming” right and we all find ourselves needing to understand & accept grace a little more.
One thing I’ve realized in becoming a mom is that we can’t do everything. We can’t be everything. Let that sink in a little bit. Honestly…. if you tried your hardest, you will always fail! There is no such thing as a perfect mom. Let’s not be so hard on others or ourselves, we are all striving for the same thing- to love & be loved.” @ellabrooksblog

Being a parent is like being a magician. With practice we become skilled at sleight of hand, slip chocolate bars in and out of shopping carts unseen, appear missing marbles, and vanish talking toys. We fix broken picture frames and dinosaur legs overnight. We make magic appear in hollowed out tree trunks and stories behind shoes hanging from wires.
My mother was a magician. Her skill was in making things appear. Often I would wake to morning glory muffins made from scratch baking in the oven. A new outfit I’d requested the day before would be freshly sewn, draped over a kitchen chair. There would be a copy of my history essay with her editing suggestions marked in red. She had three of us and worked more than full time until I was nine.