What is Playful Heart Mama?

I have decided to dedicate a lot more time to writing, and basically to making this blog awesome. Why? Because I like it. And many of you have told me you like it too. But first I thought I should define what this blog is, and what the purpose of my writing is all about. Hence the title. So here goes.

What is Playful Heart Mama?

A Mama who shows up.

For herself, and her family.

A Mama who makes choices.

For health and well being above all else.

A Mama who loves.

Compassionate, forgiving, honest love.

A Mama who values nature.

Being in it, supporting it, living it.

A Mama who creates.

beauty, love, people.

A Mama who plays!

Laughs, sings, dances, and gets dirty.

A Mama who eats.

Delicious, satisfying, life-giving food.

A Mama who lives,

by the truth of her heart.

A Mama who celebrates.

Each day, each moment.


And yes, a Playful Heart Mama, is a Mama with a capital M.


So you can expect to see a lot more of me here. Like a daily dose of more of me. I’ll be writing about radical do-it-your self care, mamahood, creativity, yoga, and probably a few other things. (Like babywearing, co-sleeping, breastfeeding, eating yummy food, home everything, and life, just to name a few 🙂


I hope you come to enjoy spending some time here with me. If there is something specific you’d like to hear me write about (that’s kind of an odd statement, I know. Can you hear me writing?) let me know in the comments below!



Life in 15 Minute Increments

Lately I am living my life in 15 minute increments. Maybe 30, an hour at best.

I’m writing this blog post from my phone. Not because I’m off traveling, on some grand adventure, like when I chronicled our cross country trip the summer before we conceived. But because I am laying with my sweet boy on his bed, helping him to stay asleep. Because if I leave, even just to go get my iPad to write on instead, I risk this nap being cut short, and my day being made longer, with no time to write at all.

When he wakes, we’ll probably read, for 5 or 10 minutes. We’ll nurse for 10 maybe. We’ll walk down the stairs together, play with a toy, change a diaper, eat a snack, play with another toy, read another story, and on and on, all in 15 minute increments. My attention feels scattered at best. It may be more accurate to say I feel like a fish, my brain doesn’t seem large enough to hold more than this 3 seconds in it right now. Wait, what am I writing about?

Sometimes I yearn for the days when I could get lost in a project. Spend hours painting, read an entire book in one day, take my time to write and research, and process my thoughts. Even folding an entire basket of laundry, and putting it away, any completion of a task in one venture seems luxurious right now.

I’ve spent many years studying and learning to practice mindfulness. Mindfulness is the basic concept (coined by John Kabat Zinn) that you are paying attention, to whatever it is you are doing, in each moment. For example… Eat a raisin. But don’t just grab a raisin, toss it in your mouth and chew. Look at your raisin, smell your raisin, see and feel it’s texture, shape, and size. Taste your raisin, slowly, notice how it splits apart and is soft and squishy on the inside. Notice it’s sweetness. Swallow and sit with the memory of that raisin in your mouth, it’s flavor still lingering on your tongue. That’s mindfulness.

So I lay here now, for the next 10, 15, maybe 30 minutes. I lay here noticing. The bed underneath us, springy and soft, the warm air swirling through the room, and the gentle whir of the fan. The light, filtered by rain clouds, coming through linen curtains draped heavy from the day’s moisture. The small body of my son, curled towards mine, resting, his breath soft against my chest. I feel my own heart beating, eternally grateful for this moment, and this one, and the next. They are short, but my attention is fully here, present with what is, now.