
I am the mother I am because of the collective group of women I have in my life.

The secret of making this transition is having compassion for yourself, just as you do for your child.

"We are now one family and all of that is because Brandy made a brave, selfless, beautiful decision," says Heather Dickerson.

There really aren't enough minutes in the day

I often somehow feel happy and sad. Tired and energized. Low and inspired.

I don't know how you did it all, but what I do know is that you're amazing.

I am watching a universe open up before you.

Even though you are the best Yaya in the whole world, I know that at any given moment, your primary concern is still me.

This time in our lives is beautiful in every sense of the word—to us. But is it to outsiders?

No matter what stage of parenting we're in, so much of it is counter to what comes naturally to us.

It happened so slowly, through countless sessions of breastfeeding, battles over keeping…

I will count it as a success of motherhood when you are able to leave me and find your own path—without my hand to hold. (Though it will always, always be here if you need it.)

Beautiful, of course, but definitely hard.

I assumed that once I was a stay-at-home mom, I would become a laid back, relaxed lady of leisure, but I was so wrong.

I want to make the time to not only do things for myself (self-care and all), but I want to make others feel special, too.

Birth order stereotypes aren't always true.

I was told time and time again about the incredible love I would feel for this little baby I had yet to meet.

Their wildly contrasting personalities couldn't have been clearer right from birth—and yet, as the months chased each other by I didn't get it.