A few weeks ago, your dad and I made our way through the Norton Simon Museum.
Dear Little One,
The sun rose again, and just like that, I’ve been a “mama” for nearly a year-and-a-half.
A few months ago, as I hit the one year mark of motherhood, I began reflecting on all I’ve learned as our family grew from two to three. And while there are countless lessons learned about life, and youth, and sleep, and (mostly) myself, there were two things that I want to be sure I never forget. Here’s what I wrote…
Why Write?
Dear little one,
You are far too young to read right now, still stages away from knowing your ABCs, but I’m sitting down to pen this letter to share with you a piece of my story. I think our stories – our human stories, the stories of lives – matter. And today, as I begin this series of letters to you, I want to start at the most natural of places - why I’m writing…
One Year
The sun rose again, and just like that, I’ve been a “mama” for nearly a year-and-a-half.
A few months ago, as I hit the one year mark of motherhood, I began reflecting on all I’ve learned as our family grew from two to three. And while there are countless lessons learned about life, and youth, and sleep, and (mostly) myself, there were two things that I want to be sure I never forget. Here’s what I wrote…