“I’m realizing I’m not raising another me. I’m raising a you. And what a beautiful thing that is.”
- Love What Matters
- Children
“I’m realizing I’m not raising another me. I’m raising a you. And what a beautiful thing that is.”
“I am not a supermom, I am a human. My children will gain so much more by seeing my flaws and imperfections.”
“She came barefooted, with only the clothes on her back. This little girl refused food and water for days and lay curled up on a sofa, wrapped in a blanket. We loved her dearly as our own.”
“Most of my time last summer was spent worrying; absolutely consumed with trying to figure out how to make everything perfect. The perfect moments. The perfect getaways. The perfect adventures.”
“I felt confident in my body. I ate healthy and worked out all the time. I was skinny. Then, I became a mommy.”
“My hand had been squeezed so tightly for so long they were blue. The tips of my fingers on both hands turned white. I knew it was bad.”
“I had a thousand questions, but all I could muster was, ‘How does this increase my chances?’ She replied, ‘From about 1 in 320 to 1 in 6.’ The wind was knocked out of me.”
“I’m going to continue to fight loneliness as long as I live. While we may never know each other, I wanted you to know.”
“I felt an already enlarged lymph node get larger while we learned to navigate the newborn phase in the midst of biweekly chemotherapy treatments.”
“We raced to keep up with the ambulance carrying our child as he fought for his life. I stayed overnight at the hospital, feeding whenever he showed signs of hunger.”