Dear Young Mom (Me)
Jill Richardson
Dear Young Mom (Me), Look into the face of your little girl. Your first one on her first birthday party. The one with a
Dear Young Mom (Me), Look into the face of your little girl. Your first one on her first birthday party. The one with a
Envy: it’s the bone-rotter. The joy-corroder. Buzzkill. I feel it pervade as I look at photos of impeccably adorned, whitewashed Pottery Barnesque mantles, slapdash
I bet some days you wake feeling bored, lonely or unsatisfied with motherhood. Perhaps there are even weeks and months where everything looks grey.
Here I am once again, dancing around the kitchen, squeezing my insides with everything I’ve got. I’m up on my tippy toes then bending
Now a few years removed from those early infant stages, it seems barely real; how I functioned through the bleary days after no sleep
I watched as his little toes peeked over the concrete edge of the swimming lanes. His instructor was in the pool, arms outstretched—her rhinestone
Have you ever heard crazy talk coming out of your mouth but couldn’t do anything to stop it? “Why don’t you trust me?” Boom.
“Can I stop over in 10 minutes?” “Sure, you can come over!” I hear myself say with feigned enthusiasm that even impresses me. I
Sometimes the words come out of my mouth, “I’m sorry honey, we just can’t afford that.” Those are times when it’s the bottom-line reality
I love my children unconditionally. And you know that’s true because you love your children unconditionally, too. That is an absolute. One that I