There’s a moment that happens almost every day — right around the time the house finally quiets. The dishes are done, the toys are (mostly) put away, and the air feels heavy with the kind of stillness that only comes after a long, loud day. It’s in that moment, somewhere between snack time and bedtime,…
If you asked me what home is, I don’t think I could point to a specific place. It’s not a house or a certain set of walls — it’s a feeling. It’s the exhale at the end of the day. It’s the sound of laughter echoing down the hallway. It’s knowing that, no matter how…
I used to think parenting was mostly about teaching — showing my kids how to live, how to share, how to be kind, how to grow up into good people. But the longer I’ve been a mother, the more I realize that I’m not just the teacher here. I’m the student too. Every day, in…
No one tells you, before you become a mother, how much of it is learning to let go. You think it’s about holding — the baby, the schedule, the home, the life you had before — but soon you realize that the truest kind of love lives in the release. Motherhood begins with holding tight….
Some mornings begin before the sun, and some nights stretch far past bedtime. Someone’s always hungry, someone’s always missing a shoe, and someone (usually me) is trying to remember if the laundry ever made it to the dryer. The days blur together — a constant rhythm of noise, movement, and love. Life with four kids…