On all the ways he’s changed me [a letter to my son on Mother’s Day]

It's me and you today Bug. I know you won't remember. You won't remember eating breakfast on the kitchen floor, light streaming in. You had a stare down with me over your breakfast. You are certainly a stubborn little thing. It's rather chilly for a morning in May--even for these mountains we brought you home …

On wanting to be ‘that’ mom [dealing with shame when we don’t meet our own expectations]

I wish she wouldn't take a photo of this. I don't want anyone to see this. I squirmed around in my blue linen dress, my cheeks flushed and shame filling my heart as our photographer friend took photographs of our little family. I sat on our living room couch, feeding my ten day old son …

On preparing to be a parent [and the things we just can’t prepare for]

I am less than 3 weeks away from our due date. This amount of time feels both super close and terribly far away. Both exciting and terrifying. Baby bird [who is a boy--for those of you who only follow the blog] is kicking and moving and our midwife keeps calling him a little peanut because …