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It’s 6h30 on my birthday. I’ve crawled out of my son’s room after spending most of the night on his single bed, beside his crib. He needed my presence following a nightmare, and I got some rest in the process. It’s fine. I snuck out because I thought I’d get better rest in my bed,
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Perhaps it is the start of my cycle, or maybe it’s my own fault for pushing my nights later just to enjoy a little time to myself; whatever the reason, I am overwhelmed and over-stimulated today. The sound of crying causes me to disassociate. I have asked my husband on numerous occasions today to take
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Today is one of those absolutely exhausted mother days. Between popping new molars, a continuing sleep regression, paired with separation anxiety (with me), R’s schedule includes a lot of whining, calling for me, and fighting sleep (then crying from exhaustion). Of course, I hold none of this against him – and the developmental leaps he
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I’m starting a new self-portrait series. I’m calling it: Behind Books With Busy Hands. It represents how mothers are always doing something secondary to their passions, how even when they are immersed in a moment for themselves (which for me means reading), they’ve got something else going in their heads. How we multi-task to keep
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I think I have finally found a definition of slow living that fits with me. I know, I know, it’s been nearly a week of this talk of slow living – get over it, already! But something about it – like I said – feels important. Here’s what I found: It’s imperfect, really, but it
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This post a part of a project I am calling the Awakened Mama Community. I am featuring spiritually conscious mothers in this space to encourage us to find our Tribe, to connect with like-minded mamas, and to help them boost their digital spaces. During these interviews, Awakened Mamas pick five (out of eleven) of their
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