I’ve learned three things about motherhood in the last seven years. Motherhood is hard. Motherhood is glorious. And motherhood is hard. Nothing. Nothing can properly capture a window into a mother’s world. So much magic, so much mundane, so much heartache. But this is my little attempt to keep track of the whirligig of wonder that makes up any mother’s days. And nights. And years. 100 Ways You Know You’re a Mom You are pretty much embarrassment-proof. A trip to keep reading…
There are those who say that this is ordinary. But don’t let that fool you. “Mother” will always be the bravest, least ordinary, most difficult and utterly challenging career that anyone ever hopes to lay claim to. While others might hear, “diaper-changer, food-maker, car-pooler, bottle-washer, laundry-doer, sweat pants-wearer, life-on-hold” wanna be doing anything else woman, the Truth, whether it feels like it some days or not, is that you are in fact a shelter from the storm.You are a Cape keep reading…
A while back a production company contacted me to ask if they could turn a post I wrote into a short Mother’s Day video. I said yes. Because, of course. Awesomeness. And this month of remembering, recognizing, celebrating and thanking mothers, friends may you be reminded that there is nothing ordinary about what you do. You are mighty, because you mother. {If you’re reading via email, here’s the link to the video. I promise it’s worth clicking through.} And yes, keep reading…
I am stretched and tired and fearful. I am wild and brave and broken. My closet has a sense of humor and clothes in every size. I’ve worn these hips three times around the labor and delivery dance and they are not ashamed. I speak three languages and that doesn’t include my ability to translate my middle son’s moods. I have danced circles into the midnight carpet on two continents. I have rocked restless babes, cut baby curls, snipped fingernails keep reading…
Some days are so upside down it’s hard to breathe. Last week Wednesday I was doing laundry and digging down at the bottom of the basket for a nasty pair of little boy underoos and bent so hard and fast at the waist that I slammed my forehead into the edge of the metal utility sink. Pete had been out of town for two days and there was still one to go. On Friday in the span of two short keep reading…
Mandy Scarr
“Don’t let your lack of words keep you from sitting beside her. Let her cry ugly tears, catching them as they fall. That’s all she really needs, that’s all she really wants. She wants you, comfort with clothes on”
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