There’s a campaign being waged against mothers these days. Just when we think that we can be whatever mother we want to be, a group of (primarily privileged white) women are now against the type of mom that has been coming out of the closet. The type of mom we all know. The type of
“Was he white?” This was one of many questions B asked me on her first trip to Ferguson. Today was the first time she learned that Mommy has taken to the streets a few times over the past six years to protest unjust laws, killings, racism, and white supremacy. Today marks the sixth year since
The very first day that the girls came home with us, I posted this on Facebook: After our first day of officially being a family of 5: Chris: I am exhausted. Me: What did you expect having 3 kids to be like? Chris: I thought the baby would sleep and the two year-old would listen.
February 2, 2020: Day 1,000 as a family of five. 1,000 days. 142 weeks. 32 months. Nearly 3 years. 1,000 days of childhood and parenthood. 1,000 days of lessons learned. 1,000 days of eye rolls. 1,000 days of coffee. 1,000 days of tears. 1,000 days of laughter. Time has flown by and yet, it seems
“The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.” – Dolly Parton I’m ready for more. Now that 2019 is gone, I’m ready to look forward. And I’m ready to finally embrace this whole motherhood thing. To be honest with you, only in the past couple months
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