We’re not normal || Sometimes I am not OK with that

I get to pretend.

To pretend that everything is OK. That we are all fine. Then I have a day like last Tuesday, where it just soccer punches you right in the gut. Where it takes your breath away and you can’t hide from it and you can’t pretend to be normal because it is plain to see for all in big, bold, capital letters.

Regaining my Motherhood || Taming the beast within

    When I had Oliver, I knew there was a certain way I wanted to do things. I wanted to make all his meals from scratch, I wanted to breastfeed him. I wanted to teach him, not punish him,…