10 summers ago was my last couple of months as a person who hadn't yet experienced becoming a mother. It was a time in my life when I didn't know what to expect from labor and delivery pain. It was a time in my life when I hadn't yet cried over my boobs not producing milk in the way I was told it "should" and feel like a failure because it hurt, even when they told me I was doing it right and that doing it right shouldn't hurt. It was a time in my life when the stretch of my skin was celebrated and adored by people. I was so proud when I looked at my growing tummy (and let's be honest, great boobs for the first time in my life). I was on cloud 9 as a visibly pregnant woman who was over the moon excited to be having this baby and wanted to talk to everyone in the world about it. |
I help expecting and new parents improve their communication skills, connection points, and confidence through relationship road mapping so they can enjoy the life they've built together.
Dear mom (no, really, I need to give a disclaimer to my mom before she reads this email because I know she will read this email and I love her for that, but I also don't want her feelings to get hurt) Mom, when you read this email about how I really needed other women in other seasons of motherhood to be in my circle, it's not because you weren't enough, it's just that I needed someone who wasn't you, wasn't so emotionally involved in my choices and my wellbeing, to practice saying hard...
Circles. Postpartum Together🫶 I don't see a way to make this world a better place without centering the importance of mother. ↓ There is a lot of conversation right now about rebuilding the village. About mothers needing more support. About care-centered communities. About female wisdom, leadership, connection, and what it could look like for mothers to stop carrying so much alone. And I love those conversations. But I also keep coming back to one question: What is the first real step? Not...
Postpartum Together🫶 I keep thinking about how unnatural modern motherhood can feel. ↓ Not because mothers today are doing it wrong. But because so many moms are doing something deeply communal inside lives that are set up for isolation. For most of human history, motherhood happened with people nearby. A baby was passed from arm to arm. A toddler was corrected by someone who wasn’t already touched out. A meal showed up without a full explanation of why you needed it. A mom could say, “I...