I remember a few years ago when my oldest two started floating the idea of “Yes Days”. Many of their friends had seen the movie, and a few even had received the coveted “Yes Day” from their parents. The...
I love being a girl mom. I’ve always considered myself a girly girl and pictured myself with daughters. When the time came to have children on my own, I’ll admit, having a boy kind of intimidated me. Raising boys...
I never expected to watch our friends become widows. Friends, as in plural, more than one. We aren’t even 40 years old yet and have more than one widowed friend. It cuts like a knife every time I think...
Recently, I came across a clip of Dr. Phil stating that parents who use attachment parenting become helicopter parents. It angered me that over nine years after I started my attachment parenting journey, we are still hearing the same...
Three years.
It’s been three years since we hoarded toilet paper, sanitized groceries, made masks from scraps of cloth, and stayed inside to stay safe.
One year ago, things started to feel semi-normal again. My kids stopped wearing masks at school,...
This is it, the final shift before I become simply a mama.
The last time I’ll step into scrub shoes, the last time I’ll throw on hospital-laundered blue scrubs. I will no longer feel the cotton of a scrub cap...
It wasn't very long after I announced my second pregnancy that the infamous question began to roll in. Was I hoping it was a boy or a girl? A healthy baby had been my answer, of course, but if...
I look at the clock—8:27 pm. One of my kids is sound asleep, another is reading in her bed, and the third is babbling in her crib. She yells "Mommy" every so often to ensure I'm listening to her...
This past Christmas, I made some friends a “make your own pizza” kit, complete with a lump of pizza dough, a pack of shredded cheese, a portion of sauce, and some pepperoni. I packaged it all in a freezer-safe...
Arriving at Costco when the doors open is a recurring life goal that I have. I find the bustling concrete entryway like my personal Indy 500. One flash of my card and my double-wide red cart is off. But...
In college, I learned about flashbulb memories. In short, a flashbulb memory is a vivid memory usually attached to a highly emotional event. One of my flashbulb memories is when I became a mom. I can remember the relief...
I have a career in healthcare, and about six years into my career; I started to feel the burnout. I worked from the office full time, working too many hours per week, and was dealing with infertility. Even before...
With a bold smirk, my preteen daughter, Reya, enters the room and gets close to my face. "I know the answer to this, "she says in a low tone, "but just to clarify… I'm the Password Kid, right?" Instantly,...
Little Blake smiles and hands me his backpack as he steps off the bus. Then, he marches up the driveway as fast as his toddler legs will carry him, pushes open the front door, and steps inside. He shrugs...
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See Circle City: Indianapolis Moms Guide to Donuts
Happy Donut Day! On the first Friday of June, we all scream for donuts in honor of this sweet holiday! Donut Day was first...
