The Naptime Struggle

{A poem about naptime. Or lack thereof}
You yawn and then you look at me
Your bright blue eyes gone droopy
You lay your head down on my chest
Make sounds that mean ‘I’m sleepy’
And so I fill your bottle up
And grab your dummy too
We snuggle in your crib-side chair
You’ve given all the clues
But su…

The A-Z of Mothering

{Summarising my experiences through the medium of the alphabet}
A is for... Appreciation. Newfound. For each and every woman ever to have grown, birthed, and/or raised a child. I'm guilty of having been that career woman in my 20's, the one that assumed anyone that chose motherhood over work…
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