Pause. Breathe. Repeat.


so much of parenting is just like birth…

riding waves,

the ups and downs,

ins and outs,

of meeting your child where they are at,


but not too hard.

When the deepest pain of labor sets in,

the tantrums, the sleepless nights and tired afternoons,

the heartache of their sorrow, and yours

the knowing that these moments are endless and yet passing far too fast…

Pause. Breathe. Repeat.

Again and again until the wave crashes down over you,

slides towards shore,

and laps back against your well worn body.

Your body that knows this,

knows just how to handle this.

Your body, not your mind.

Your body knows to dig your feet into the sand

steady yourself

loosen your grip

invite movement

roll with it

protect your head

EMbrace yourself and your child

and then stand up laughing.

Sure maybe your licking salt off your face, or theirs…

tear stained cheeks never made anyone less beautiful.

Pause. Breathe. Repeat.

Riding waves, giving birth, parenting these beings brought to you…

it’s all one in the same.


Building an Empire

img_1402 img_1404 img_1407 img_1408 img_1410Today is our first day home alone together. Daddy is back at work, and big brother is with grandma for the day. We are taking it slow and easy. D is a cat napper, and constant nurser, which means a whole lot of not much else gets done. But that’s ok right? That’s what this time is for.

I have been feeling anxious lately. Anxious about what life is going to be like… a newborn, an energetic three year old, and a second baby to take care of in the mix. It’s going to be a little crazy for sure. I’ve felt my anxiety turn to grasping at times. Grasping for control, order, calm. But really, are those things so important?  I doubled up on therapy appointments last week to try and preemptively get a handle on my stuff. But what I learned from said therapy is a. My stuff is normal, and b. I’m totally capable of dealing with things as they arise, and worrying about them before they do arise is pointless. Also c. The best takeaway from our couples session was when our therapist enthusiastically looked at us and said, “this is so exciting, you guys are building an empire!”.

So, yes. We two normal parents, like so many others in the world, are doing the important work of building an empire. In the day to day of meals and bedtimes, diapers and laundry, discipline and play, stories and snuggles, we are creating and shaping the future members of our world. And it’s nothing to be anxious about, it’s just something to enjoy, and maybe even be proud of.