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
My first few years of parenting were hard, really hard. If they were a journey, they were climbing a steep mountain face with a
There’s a fifth person in our house now. She smells like springtime. A person with chubby cheeks and large blue eyes, with a strong
Hello, Dearest, Happy Summer. Wait, it’s summer already? That came up fast. I’m certainly not ready. I haven’t made plans to take advantage of
I was 23 and fresh out of graduate school, and I moved to a state on the opposite side of the country. I didn’t
All of these things have been said by my family in the past month … “Mom, the only question you helped me with on
It’s just shy of 5:30, and I’m exhausted. A month-long string of teething, sickness and travel has left my one-year-old son having forgotten how
My truth, my weight doesn’t bother me. It’s not that I’m fat, it’s that it doesn’t bother me. It’s supposed to, right? As an
She was sharing her heart. Her dreams. Her aspirations. Her goals for the coming year. “You know,” she breathed through the telephone, “how I
I am a failure. It’s true. You name it, I’ve failed at it at least once. The first time I realized I was a