Today marks a significant chapter in the journey of motherhood: the preschool graduation of my youngest child. As I stand on the brink of this pivotal moment, a swirl of emotions engulfs me. The celebration is one of joy and pride as my son prepares to leap into kindergarten, yet there is an undeniable bittersweetness
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Every parent knows that monumental feeling when a child transitions into a new age. For many, these moments encapsulate not just the passage of time but an evolution of experiences and life lessons. For me, as tomorrow unveils my son’s second birthday, I find myself reflecting on a whirlwind of emotions. These past couple of
Pregnancy can feel like an emotional juggernaut, where every day brings new challenges and experiences. For many expectant mothers, the anticipation of meeting their little one intertwines with the fatigue of prolonged waits and physical discomforts. I recall a moment at a local grocery store when a cashier innocently asked me, “When are you due?”
Dear new mama, as you step into the whirlwind of motherhood, it is easy to overlook the beauty of the incredible transformation that you are undergoing. You may find yourself gazing into the mirror, confronted by a figure that feels all too foreign. I vividly remember these feelings—those first glimpses of myself as a mother
Navigating the pathway of self-acceptance is a winding road that often requires patience, introspection, and a fair share of emotional labor. My experiences with my body throughout my teenage years were like a tumultuous rollercoaster, filled with awkward moments of self-discovery. Initially, I struggled with labels that others placed on me, from ‘big-boned’ to ‘not
In a quiet moment of nostalgia, I found myself rummaging through a box of cherished keepsakes. Nestled in that space under my bed were years’ worth of memories encapsulated in tiny pieces of paper, artwork, and trinkets—all tokens of a life lived in full bloom. Among the collected remnants of childhood, there lay a hospital
Navigating the journey of motherhood often comes with a twist of expectations versus reality. Many expect an immediate overwhelming adjustment filled with sleepless nights and endless demands; yet sometimes, the reality can feel different. The initial blissful phase post-delivery can be misleading. As joys of caring for a newborn emerge, challenges lie in wait, often
Reflecting on the birth of my son, Rye, in 2016, it feels as though the tapestry of time has woven a separate reality since then. The atmosphere was charged with hope; the nation was on the cusp of a new era, having witnessed the uplifting presidency of Barack Obama, with Hillary Clinton seemingly poised to