motherhood
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Where is she?
I’m hungry. I feel my stomach empty. I feel my jeans too tight. I feel the weight of my love handles stuck and squashed in my skinny high-waisted jeans. Why not change into jogging pants? Because it feels worse – no, I don’t feel my gut being smooshed by the zipper and buttons in my…
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Babies and book.
Writing when you have two children is like driving with every type of storm coming your way. You need to turn the wipers on, then off, then on again. You need to turn your headlights on, then the high beams, then close them all. You need to focus on the road, all while watching out…
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Take your time, mama.
She steps out of the shower and looks at herself in the mirror.Standing there, she begins to cry.Hidden behind the baby bump, the stretch marks and the short hair – she could no longer recognize herself. Who is this woman?So bland and meek?What happened to me? She thought. Stressed. Tired. Lost. Empty. Stripped from all…
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Late Night
Coffee. That’ll do it for you. She was just about ready to call it a night. She crawled in to bed with her daughter, it was easier this way, and lay there. Eyes wide open, mind racing. There was no way she could fall asleep after drinking that much coffee. What to do, she thought,…
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The Mother
It can be hard sometimes.Feeling lonely.Feeling needed.Feeling loved. It can be tiring and exhausting and just plain annoying.I love you. I love my daughter. I love my son. I love my boyfriend. But none of them understand the feeling I get.The feeling that I am not enough.That I am not good.That I am not interested.None…