“Alcohol was everywhere in motherhood. The baby showers I attended had mimosa bars, the playdates had wine. I attended a mommy-and-me class with ‘juice boxes’ for the moms. I should have seen the signs.”
- Love What Matters
- Children
“Alcohol was everywhere in motherhood. The baby showers I attended had mimosa bars, the playdates had wine. I attended a mommy-and-me class with ‘juice boxes’ for the moms. I should have seen the signs.”
“I received invites for yoga class with mimosas. The moms had Bailey’s in their coffee during our 8 a.m. stroll. Slowly, every connection was associated with alcohol.”
“I sat there fuming and almost ready to say something or cry.”
“I sent the dads an update of what size fruit or vegetable baby was each week. ‘You’re so much stronger than most people.’ I felt those words so deeply.”
“Watching my husband’s eyes light up as he talks about building our baby’s crib. Seeing the way his posture changes when we talk baby names. I thought for sure this was the end. Instead, he got down on one knee. ‘Will you marry me? The two of us will be, and already are, a family.’ Not a day goes by my hand isn’t held, my forehead kissed.”
“Adoption wrecked me in ways I wasn’t prepared for. IVF destroyed my desire to be pregnant. We had two children and yet I didn’t feel like our family was complete.”
“Our 2-year-old, who was unable to communicate his needs, began to read anything we wrote. Words, names, sentences. It was truly amazing!”
“Dear Girl, I wish I could tell you all of the answers. Every question mark you have in your heart, every silent vulnerability that you harbor and every fear quieted. But this is what I would tell you if you would only ask.”
“This was it. THIS was the time he’d change. ‘You have to forgive him if you want to be happy.’”
“A friend texted me a photo. ‘Have you guys ever thought about adopting?’ All the tears, all the prayers, suddenly made sense. It was all because this little boy needed us, and we needed him.”