Boy Mom
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10 fingers, 10 toes, and endless love
“Adam and I both had our boys when we were young, in seasons of life that were not meant to be our forever. And still, those chapters gave us the greatest blessings we could ever ask for. Our boys are… Continue reading
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Shame to Peace
“And yes—there was shame. Not because I had done something wrong, but because society teaches women to internalize endings as personal failures.” Continue reading
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Too Much Quiet
“I reminded myself that this ache is really just love with nowhere to go in that moment. That in a few days it will sound different. That the voices, the mess, the warmth will all come back.” Continue reading
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New Year’s Hope
“My hope is to let Him lead, to trust His timing, and to believe that the doors He opens are meant for me—and the ones He closes are for my protection, even when I don’t understand it. More than anything,… Continue reading
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Grateful for His Year, Grateful for Him
“There is a unique ache in co-parenting that shows itself most clearly on birthdays—the day that should feel simple and celebratory, the day that marks your becoming a mother, and yet it seems tangled in logistics” Continue reading
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Letters to my Sons
To my bonus baby— Fawkes, my sweet boy, you came into my life with this old-soul gentleness, like you’ve always carried a handful of wisdom tucked into your back pocket. Sometimes I forget how young you really are because you… Continue reading
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Hand Me Down Stories
This morning, I came across a heartfelt post from a local mama reflecting on the sentimental value of hand-me-downs, and it sat in my mind most the morning. It reminded me that these aren’t just outgrown clothes or used toys,… Continue reading
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Book Recommendation!
There’s No Such Thing as Bad Weather by Linda McGurk I first read this book when I was pregnant with Odin, when everything motherhood lived in the land of “someday.” I remember highlighting passages and thinking, Yes, this is how… Continue reading
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climbing trees, collecting rocks, & confidence building
There’s a unique magic in raising boys who are adventurous and borderline feral. The ones who climb trees, collect rocks, and find twenty-seven different uses for a stick. My house is filled with dirt, bruised knees, laughter, and endless questions… Continue reading
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Bare Necessities
Let’s be honest: hiking with kids is mayhem. You imagine peaceful trails and bonding… and you end up carrying a pocket full of rocks and pinecones, someone’s wet sock, and a half-eaten granola bar. But with the right essentials, a… Continue reading
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