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Making Room For Limitations
I think I figured it out. This existential dread and despair that pops up for me. That settles heavily on my chest. I scramble through the day to get that laundry done, get toys put away, get time with kids, finish that email, run to the grocery store, call that friend, clean the bathroom… the list goes on. And here’s the real kicker, mama.
It’s not possible. I can’t do it all.
Sleep Is Queen
Before kids, I underestimated the power of sleep. I knew I had a hard time when tired, but I never knew this kind of desperate tired. The only-thing-I-can-think about tired. Anxiety inducing, what-will-this-night-hold kind of tired.
Motherhood Is…
Motherhood is being struck anew by how dense the tiny nucleus of your life here: Here, in this room, two tiny humans tucked away in bed.
6 Grounding Practices For The Baby Blues
For the postpartum days when everything feels a little upside down
You’re holding your sweet baby, and your hormones are doing cartwheels. One moment you're crying, the next you're soaking in the sweetness of tiny toes and sleepy sighs.
This swirl of emotions is normal — but it can feel like a lot.
Here are a few ways to ground yourself in the midst of the baby blues
Tiny Luxuries
And we, here, barter in the currency of luxuries, joys, playfulness. So.
Sit still. Breathe deep. What kind of magic did you once believe in?
Nervous System Reset
Your nervous system governs your stress response—think fight, flight, freeze. A reset doesn’t mean you flip a switch and become zen. It’s more like slowly loosening a rubber band that’s been stretched too tightly for too long. You’re offering your body micro-moments of safety, presence, and relief.
For when you don’t recognize yourself-
You were made for more than resentment and exhaustion.
So much more.
This morning I felt like a fraud
Maybe this blog isn’t about being the expert, the healed one, the always-joyful voice. Maybe it’s about being a fellow traveler. A hand reaching across the mess. A voice saying, “Me too.”
A Question I’ve been mulling over
What if the parts you’ve discarded—the ones you’ve called extra, childish, frivolous—are the parts we’re all aching for?
What if your love of drawing, or dancing, or poetry, or baking, or baseball, or magic—is not silly, but sacred?
Let’s Begin Here
Let’s begin together, fellow mama, parent, joy-seeker, struggler. Let’s chase beauty, seek joy, and gently push back against the belief that our worth is tied only to what we produce. Because honestly? That’s not working for me anymore
Why I Started All The Mama Therapy
Becoming a mother is one of the most beautiful, disorienting, overwhelming, and powerful transformations a person can experience. It cracks us open in ways we don’t always expect — in ways that books don’t quite prepare us for.