“I became the white mom who can’t do her mixed daughter’s hair. I don’t want to be that stereotype.”
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“I became the white mom who can’t do her mixed daughter’s hair. I don’t want to be that stereotype.”
“I look at you and see the sweet baby I first held in my arms on the day I became a mom. I see you heading off to kindergarten in pigtails, ready to take on the world. I see you riding down the street on your first two-wheeled bike…your smile lit up with your first taste of freedom. All these years went by in a blink, just like every person said they would.”
“I had no clue I graduated with honors.”
“Once my milk came in, there was no stopping it. Had I not researched, the milk would have gone to waste.”
“His way of saying ‘I love you’ without speaking a single word. How his amazing personality and smile light up an entire room. His ability to see the beauty in the simplest of things. I’m not sorry.”
“A wave of emotion hit me like a bag of bricks. With the help of my friends and family, I knew we could rock this world through kindness.”
“For over a year, I raised brothers while living in limbo. I did every single mom thing—including falling deeply in love.”
“When my son was born, he couldn’t latch. The next few weeks were a blur. I simply didn’t have it in me. I was really struggling.”
“Our kids can come from secure homes and still be anxious. They can have good friends and still be anxious. They can get enough sleep, have strong faith, be covered in prayer, and still be anxious.”
“A journey that began with sleepless nights, exhausting days, and unidentifiable stains on my shirt has somehow turned into me having the time of my life.”