How to know if you’re a Motherlucker

June 14, 2016

We don’t shy away from the shit stains on our shirts, we Instagram them.

We think postpartum, breastfeeding struggles, and the inevitable redefinition of self that comes with new motherhood needs community and support, not hushed tones or quiet looks.

We don’t care how you feed your baby; breast, bottle, or both. As long as they’re fed.

We think raising kind, curious, generous, resilient kids is something that takes work, like, a lot of it… and we want a sisterhood to do it with.

We think there’s more than one way to parent, and we want to know all our options before we choose what’s right for our kiddos and family.

We’re ok with getting it wrong sometimes, as long as we try our best and get it right where it counts.

We think your relationship needs as much effort as your parenting. Ok, maybe not as much.. but don’t forget about your partner, k?

We don’t all glow when we’re pregnant, some of us just sweat and hurt, and eat.ml_plane

We think it’s not only ok, but really important to still have your own interests and life.

We support and encourage each other, judging is for the Olympics (and assholes).

We think if someone gives you unsolicited parenting advice/judgment, you get to punch them in the face and walk away.

We think that every momma has her journey, and they don’t all have to be the same. Or even similar.

We think having a sense of humor about the ridiculous, gross shit our kids do is not only awesome but necessary.



Old Life/ New Life

September 12, 2017

I’m the mom of an amazing four-year old boy. I love him more than I could use words to describe here. I want to bottle his laugh. Soak up his spirt. I’m in awe of his curiosity and imagination. I melt when he tells me, “Mommy, I love you. We will always be together.” A mom can only dream, right?

When I can’t sleep, I find myself getting out of bed to check on him. I watch him sleep. I kiss his forehead. I’m essentially his stalker.

In just four years he has taught me so much. I had my chart read by an incredible astrologer two months ago (yes, I am a sucker for all that stuff) and she told me my son was here to be my greatest teacher. I believe her. I’m grateful for him and this life we get to live together. It’s a life that started off rocky because I had to fight through postpartum depression to get to here. But I fought my ass off and I got here.

It’s extremely difficult to articulate what motherhood is like. Maybe that’s why no one talks about it enough. How can a mom explain the conflicting feelings of having all the above with those moments where she misses what life was like before ever knowing about any of the above? Because as amazing and fulfilling as being a mom can be, there are plenty of moments where you miss, even crave your old life before you became one. There are plenty of moments when I miss, even crave my old life before I became one. And I think that’s okay. More than okay.

I miss sleeping in on weekends. I miss those mornings where my husband and I would wake up late and stay in bed for hours. I miss being able to see every movie in the theater. I miss curling up on the couch under a cozy blanket to read a book in the middle of the afternoon. I miss not paying attention to my watch when I go out because I don’t have to worry about getting woken up at 6 am the next morning by a tiny human pointing a light saber in my face. I miss being able to pick up and travel for all my family and close friends’ milestones. I miss when planning girls’ weekends were easy. I miss wanting to talk to people on the phone.

I miss having energy. I miss peeing in private and taking showers without that same tiny human shining a big black flashlight inside and yelling, “Vagina, vagina, vagina!” I miss when the only food negotiations that took place were inside my own head. I miss not having to stop a movie 11 minutes before it’s over because my little one has decided he wants to watch Moana for the 87th time. I miss blasting 90s pop music and not having empty snack cups thrown at my head while driving. I miss living in a house with other girls. 

Sometimes I even get jealous of the couples who can just go to a brewery (we have so many in Charlotte now) to day drink on a Saturday whenever they want (there were no breweries ten years ago when I moved here and didn’t have a kid yet). Or when my siblings and their spouses don’t have to share a hotel room with their kid on vacation, forcing them to whisper, tiptoe, and watch TV on their iPads with headphones after he goes to sleep. I’m jealous of the people who get to watch Game of Thrones on Sundays the way I used to watch Sex and the City—with lots of friends and too much wine.

Let me be clear. I’m not complaining. I’m not even venting. I’m just trying to be real about something I think most moms experience. I’m sure my list could go on longer. And it’s not like I don’t get to do any of these things anymore. They just get done a little less and take a lot more planning. They require the extra money it takes to pay a babysitter. They require the extra coordination it takes between lots of other moms who have their own kids, husbands, schedules, and lives too. They happen less spontaneously. They have to be scheduled in advance.

Does this make me a horrible mom? I don’t think so, but this question coupled with feelings of guilt often accompany these moments. That’s probably why I started this article by letting you know how much I am in love with my son and how incredible he is. As if I need to make sure everyone, especially all the moms including myself, know that just because I sometimes want my old life, it has no bearing on how I feel about my new one. I wouldn’t want to be judged for any of this. I’m trying not to judge myself!

What I’ve realized is, I don’t think I’m the only mom caught somewhere between loving this new life and missing my old one. I think all moms go through this. No matter how many moments like this you might have, we shouldn’t be afraid to be honest about them.   

Again, it’s hard to articulate how it feels to be a mom, but we should still try to. These ups and downs we all experience are what connects us to each other as moms. We share the common bond of motherhood and should be able to let each other know that missing life before children is normal, happens to all of us, and definitely does not make us horrible moms.

So, next time a mom you know feels that mom guilt, take her out for a martini (or three) and let her know you sometimes miss life your life before kids too.



Snacks Of Summer

Summer is in full swing at our house, meaning two things: Each morning starts with battling my toddler over ‘sunscream’ application. I hear “Can I have a popsicle?” at least twenty times a day. She literally just asked if she could have a popsicle…

August 30, 2017
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Keeping Up With The Dress Up

When I was growing up, we all jammed into the back of a station wagon, seatbelts-be-damned, and we were lucky if our parents actually came to a complete stop in front of the school at drop off. One of my best friend’s moms was…

August 28, 2017

Keeping Score

I read an article the other day about the invisible work mothers do. It was a very real excerpt from a woman about why we so often feel overwhelmed and I sat there and ugly cried. Why? Because it’s a reminder that I’m not…

August 24, 2017

Vegging Out

Magical Grilled Veggie wands!  I am always looking for creative ways to get my son to eat more vegetables. These grilled veggie skewers make zucchinis look a little more exciting to a toddler and are an easy recipe to bring to a summer BBQ.…

August 22, 2017

The Hangry Games

Summertime is my favorite. No alarms and no homework, it’s bliss. However, it also means this mommy is responsible for feeding these little monsters ALL freakin day long. How much can a kid eat? A hell of a lot evidently. Geesh! So here’s a…

August 21, 2017
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Just Do It

Last week my husband and I went camping. Like, outside. With our toddler. And our three month old. I’m sure many of you are laughing, some others think we’re nuts and even more are wondering how we did it. That was my reaction when…

August 18, 2017
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Kids Will Be Kids

I have a confession to make – it doesn’t take a whole lot to ruffle my feathers.  As much as I long to be, I am not the kick your feet up, let you hair down, go with the flow kind of gal.  No,…

August 16, 2017

Melon Madness

This Watermelon “pizza” recipe is one of my go-to summer snacks.  It’s an easy and fun way to get your kids to eat fruit and yogurt and takes advantage of the amazing summer fruit available. Decorating the pizza is also a kid-friendly activity that…

August 15, 2017
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Potty In The U.S.A.

Sometimes it’s hard to draw the line of over sharing. My kids aren’t old enough to run things by and I constantly struggle with the desire to help other moms without greatly embarrassing my babies. Potty training seems like one of those topics that…

August 9, 2017