
I always wanted to figure out all of my issues before I raised you. I wanted to truly and uninhibitedly love the skin I am in. I wanted to never, ever, use the word "fat" to describe myself (even in secret). I wanted to have conquered anxiety and depression. I wanted to shake it all off and be the "perfect role model" before your precious soul entered the world.

I can't imagine having the patience or the stamina to survive all the demands of mom-life without a yoga practice.

The tune can calm my toddler's tantrum and soothe my newborn's cries—I can't deny its power.

And being kind to yourself along the way.

When you take a break, you are communicating to yourself something profound and lovely: You are important too, mama.

We all have one. The list. A list of dreams and goals that we hope to have accomplished by the time we are 40.

It's because of the way our brains store information.

It’s the New Year, and I have been doing a lot of thinking. I want to say, with all of my heart and all of my soul, that I am sorry.

Know that because you've given me the honor of motherhood, this relationship has tied our hearts together for eternity.

"When I don't parent with grace and instead react out of anger or frustration, I feel terrible, especially because it probably could have been prevented if I had gone to bed earlier the night before."

For many years, I've devoted myself completely to my children, believing it was best for them. But you can't pull water from an empty well, and this past year my well went dry.

For a few hours Kate didn't have to do our emotional labor or be the default parent. No one asked her to make his brother return a toy or to check the tone in an email. She didn't have to perform appreciation for a breakfast in bed we would have made wrong. For one day, she didn't have to take care of anyone.

Her toddlers were melting down and kind strangers stepped in.

Because as much as we'd like to be in two places at once, we just can't.

Discover the beauty of motherhood and why it's fulfilling on its own. Celebrate your role as a mom and find joy in everyday moments.

I don't want you to grow up.

When my husband lost his job and then finally found a new one after three long months, he sat on our coffee table with our kids and cried.

Raising my kids is the most important thing I could ever do.

When my kids receive a gift from their grandparent, it's the grandparents I watch, not my kids. When the presents produce squeals from the kids' mouths, I can't escape the glint in my parents' eyes. Who am I to stop that?

It's okay to slow down, mama.