Have you ever wondered why so much of what we hear about motherhood these days makes it sound more like a living martyrdom than a joyful occupation? Was it designed to be this way? Has it always been this way? Does it HAVE to be this way? That’s what I found myself wondering a few weeks ago on Mother’s Day. And in this post I begin to explore the answers to those questions…
Category: Motherhood
Midnight Manifesto – (a letter to my baby)
Written in the wee hours of the morning after a sleep-deprived night, as I mused on the mixture of utter exhaustion and warrior woman determination that being the foster mom of a newborn has brought out in me…