Tag: Parenting

These Are My Motivations

In that hospital bed, the question of whether I would do anything for my kids was real.

We walked into the crowded and cramped waiting area. That’s when my son had a meltdown.

His eyes turn red, you lean in to check him, and he sneezes in your face.

It’s easy to be so fixated on one specific victory that we miss all the other ones happening around us.

As soon as we opened the door, she became the most fragile thing in our home.

The best I can do is come storming back down the hallway mumbling about, “Freakin’ socks and this house.”

This wasn’t home and no other parents were doing it. That’s what makes it “embarrassing.”

What followed was a barrage of sad heart emojis mixed with the occasional, “Stay Strong, Mama”.

There are some days when I am in awe of his nerve.

I spent years in the babyhood trenches. I have the scars, words, and formula stains to prove it.