“We buy the swaddles, swings, ring-slings, nipple balms, perineal soaks. We build this army of baby gear, falsely comforted by this militia of newborn-stage survival stuff. And then the baby arrives.”
“We buy the swaddles, swings, ring-slings, nipple balms, perineal soaks. We build this army of baby gear, falsely comforted by this militia of newborn-stage survival stuff. And then the baby arrives.”
“My friend spilled that he had five children. On the day we planned to meet, my daycare unexpectedly closed. ‘Bring Landry along!’ he said. I knew I had met my future husband and my son’s future bonus dad.”
“You can be married to a Korean man and have biracial children and still have internal racial biases. You can have a neurodivergent child and still be ableist. I can’t escape my privileges, but I can try to learn and work from them.”
“When people say we blessed Tonya by adopting her, I tell them it’s the other way around. She has taught us how to love and care unconditionally.”
“I’m one in a million, literally.”
“Even with the pandemic hitting nationwide, that has not stopped me from doing what I love the most, helping the less fortunate. I will always spread kindness anyway I can. It’s just glued in my heart.”
“It’s okay to sometimes break down during postpartum. It’s okay to be sad about your transformation with each pregnancy, or to not love your postpartum body at times.”
“‘You can jump off the wagon now,’ they say. But the moment we wake up on January 1, we have to ‘get back on track’ with an extreme diet to ‘undo’ all the ‘bad behavior’ of the holidays.”
“We wanted our children to learn about kindness and being part of this outreach.”
“This time, we said goodbye to three. THREE. Losing one was hard enough, but three? A friend and fellow foster mom texted me and reminded me our kids aren’t ever really ‘ours.'”