We’ve all heard of the mental load of motherhood. Whether you’re a working mom, a stay-at-home mom, a mother of one, or a mother of seven, the experience is universal. It’s that never ending running list living in your brain, the feeling of sprinting on a treadmill but never actually reaching a finish line. But why do we feel like we have nothing to show for our hard work? The answer lies in the difference between perishable tasks and durable tasks. Perishable Tasks: The "Pin

I recently saw a post on Instagram that stopped me mid-scroll: “Yeah, I’ve changed. I focus on my kids, my growth, and my peace. There isn’t room for anything that takes away from that.” That really stuck with me. I want that, especially the part about keeping your peace. To me, keeping the peace in our little corner of the world means saying no to things that take away from it, protecting our lives from unnecessary chaos, and refusing to "keep up with the Joneses" and their

Birth trauma is real. And yet, so many women feel ashamed for saying those words out loud. The emotional, physical, and mental gymnastics that birth demands are almost impossible to explain to someone who hasn’t experienced it. Birth trauma; emotional, physical, or psychological, affects more women than we openly acknowledge. Too often, it’s met with phrases like: “At least you have a healthy baby.” Yes. Of course that matters. Of course I am grateful. But that truth should n

Let’s just say it: in most households, one parent becomes the default parent. And spoiler alert, it’s usually the mom. (This is not a man-hating post. Keep reading!) The default parent is the one who magically knows everything: doctor’s appointments, bedtime routines, swim lessons, registration deadlines, picture day, who needs new shoes, and a thousand other invisible tasks that keep the family running. And here’s the kicker: you carry all of this so well that people assume

While I was reading Brain-Body Parenting by Mona Delahooke, I came across the question: “Who mothers mommy?”* This simple sentence sent me on a reflective spiral. It’s one of those truths that sits quietly under the surface of motherhood, and once someone names it, you can’t un-hear it. So I ask again, Who does mother mommy? Women are raised (socially, culturally, generationally) that as a mother you must accept martyrdom as part of the role. We’re fed the idea that a “good m

It’s time we stop using the term “natural birth” to refer only to unmedicated, vaginal deliveries. Because let’s be honest, every birth is natural. When we reserve “natural” for a very specific kind of birth (typically vaginal, with no medical intervention or pain relief), we unintentionally create shame around every other birth experience. This narrow definition dismisses the strength, courage, and sacrifice behind so many different ways that babies come into the world — and

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My first day back at work was better than I expected. I was surprised at how easily I slipped back into the groove. There was a certain comfort in the familiar routine—walking into the building, checking in with colleagues, diving into tasks. I felt confident, like I’d never left. It was reassuring to realize that the work part was still the work part. But as the hours went by, something grew within me. It wasn’t the usual tiredness that sets in after a busy day—it was someth

After a year of cuddles, playdates, and endless diaper changes, the time has come to trade in my sweatsuit for a blazer. Maternity leave is officially over, and I’m heading back to work. But this time, the transition feels different—much different. When I returned to work after my first maternity leave, I was eager for the adult conversations, the chance to get dressed up, and the sense of purpose that work brought. I knew that, in a little while, my husband and I would be st

Motherhood is a paradox. A beautiful, exhausting, mind-bending paradox. It's a constant rollercoaster of contradictory thoughts that...

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Being a mother is often chaotic, hectic, and overwhelming. The ballet of Christmases, birthdays, vacations, and a trip to the grocery store is a whirlwind that demands constant planning and juggling. Each outing with my children feels like preparing for a military operation, complete with a checklist of must-haves—snacks, wipes, toys, and of course, diapers. Imagine arriving at the zoo and realizing those crucial items are missing! Yet, children have this magical ability to m

As mothers, we wear many hats. We juggle our roles as caregivers, teachers, chefs, and personal assistants—all while trying to keep...

Mom guilt. That dreaded feeling that seems inevitable. Where does it come from? How can we overcome it? Are there positives to this...

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Who has every googled some strange symptom their child had and quickly descended down the rabbit hole of (often terrifying) information?...