MOTHERS AS THEY ARE

A MOTHER'S STORY
Lauren
Lauren

a personal diary

A PERSONAL DIARY
Quiet
 
 
 

moonschooling

MOONSCHOOLING
MEET MARGOT DUBOIS: A short story by Eleanor
MEET MARGOT DUBOIS: A short story by Eleanor
A Wild + Free Group

for the love of

FOR THE LOVE OF
Tiny Desk Concerts
 
 
 
 

@oldjoy

I grew them inside of me and now here they are helping ME grow in ways I could have never imagined. Kind of a beautiful thing, I think.
Wolfgang has been taking photos with our phones lately and finding them later is so special. They are mostly photos of our messes or of his toys lined up, but some are candids of us. It’s so beautiful to see our life through his eyes. Where I see mess, he sees our “really great fings.” He took this one early morning today and I love it. His parents snuggling before they start their day.
Back in December when we flew to Florida, I sat next to an incredibly kind woman who was on her way to visit her grandchildren. She made small talk and asked me about our trip and my children. So casually she said, “you can really lose your identity when you become a mom.” At the time I thought that was such a profound thing and maybe even an odd thing to say so comfortably to someone you randomly got seated next to on an airplane. I reflected on her words and am still reflecting on her words all these weeks later. I think now I know that I wasn’t a stranger to her at all because she was a mom and so am I and it’s like you have this unspoken bond with other mothers and can even recognize when they need to hear certain things. I knew she wasn’t being negative and that she genuinely cared because she also said, “but it’s worth it.” To be honest, most of the time I feel like I found my identity when I became a mom, but somedays I’m like, who am I? where did I go? ya know? And during those times I remember that incredibly beautiful mother I got sat next to on a plane and probably all the other mothers in the world, who get it.
When you’re a parent, any extra money you have goes towards your kids and not because it has to, but because you want it to. But every once in a while you’ll save up and buy yourself something nice and it feels really good. Maybe it’s lame how excited I am about this dress, but excited I most definitely am. 🌼
Last baby has been hard for me to swallow lately, but look at this last baby. This absolutely wonderful, how’d I get so lucky, last baby.
In her birthday journal I wrote about her new love for Harry Potter and that for the first time ever, pink isn’t her favorite color. I wrote about her tap class and how she practices at home all day long, even in her slippers. I ended her birthday letter the same way I’ve ended every birthday letter, every year with “You’re the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.” Because she is and she always will be. #eleanor 🎈
15 beautiful months with Agnes Pear. ✨
Just in case all you’ve been able to get your kid to eat today is fruit snacks and crackers. Just in case you’re under the impression that every house on the planet is neat and tidy except yours. Just in case you let your baby cry a little, so you could catch your breath in the bathroom. Just in case you lost your temper and are worried they’re scarred for life. Just in case you are too exhausted to read a bedtime story tonight. Just in case you’ve been over analyzing every little thing you do. And just in case no one has said it in a while and you need to hear it. You’re a good Mom.
Lately I’ve been laying down with the boys in bed until they fall asleep while Arick rocks Agnes to sleep in the living room. And every night when I walk back down the stairs, I catch a glimpse of her laying here underneath the glowy tree and I say to him or he says to me, “she’s just SO sweet.” 😭