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25 Rules for Mothers of Daughters
Believe in her. It is the moments that she does not believe in herself that she will need you to believe enough for both of you. Whether it is a spelling test in the first grade, a big game or recital, a first date, or the first day of college…remind her of the independent and capable woman you have taught her to be.
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Here’s To The Women…
Here’s to the women who rise and grind. May your rise continue to be early and your grind be strong. Here’s to the women who wear calluses on their hands. May your weights continue to be heavy and your grip be strong, like your soul. Here’s to the women with spit up and breast milk stains on their sports bras. May your love for your body be fierce like your love for your children whom you carried in it, whether in your belly or in your heart. Here’s to the women who eat. Who nourish their bodies, with leftover kids pbj, or cheese, or tofu, or a big juicy…
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Parenting… Am I Doing it Right?
When you become a parent for the first time, you begin to question everything you do in relation to your child. I created this new precious life and I don’t want to screw it up. When Emma was born, she stole our hearts. She turned our world upside down and she had us all wrapped around her little finger. The questions began in my head almost immediately. Does she need to eat? What does that sound mean? Does she recognize me? Then, how long has she been in that wet diaper? Can I feed her fruits yet? How important are baby music classes? What’s her favorite song going to…
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Letter To My 22 Year Old Self
I found a photo album the other day that was littered with pictures of my early twenties. I had to sit for a while and really look through it. Of course, I thumbed through slowly, laughed at a few things, remembered a few others, and reflected on some days where worries seemed few and late nights seemed many. A lot, I mean A LOT has changed in 10 years. I didn’t know the amazing man I would call my husband. I thought having kids was not for me- ever. I thought a good workout was a pub crawl on a Sunday afternoon, and the word responsible wasn’t something I would…