Because ADHD in motherhood doesn’t always look like hyperactivity. Sometimes it looks like a mom who remembers everyone’s needs but forgets her own. There are approximately 47 tabs open in my brain at any given moment. One is reminding me that we’re almost out of milk. Another is…
Remember when making friends was basically effortless? You sat next to someone in class. You both hated running the mile in gym. You discovered you liked the same band. Suddenly, you were best friends. There were sleepovers, inside jokes, passing notes, and hours spent talking about absolutely nothing….
Parenting a neurodivergent child can change the way you look at behavior, expectations, discipline, school, and even what it means for a child to be “successful.” Whether your child has ADHD, autism, dyslexia, sensory processing differences, or another form of neurodivergence, one of the most important things we…
Two cancer diagnoses change the way you look at life. They change the way you think about tomorrow. They change the way you watch your children grow. They change ordinary Tuesday mornings, baseball games, family dinners, vacations, arguments, hugs, and all the little moments you once assumed you…
Turning 40 feels a little surreal. Some days I still feel like the twenty-something trying to figure it all out. Other days, I feel every lesson, every heartbreak, every victory, and every gray hair I’ve earned along the way. Forty years has taught me a lot. Not because…
Parenting is funny. Before you have kids, you read the books, listen to advice, and think you have a pretty good idea of what lies ahead. Then the baby arrives. And suddenly you realize that no amount of preparation can fully prepare you for the reality of raising…
Let’s be honest… if moms had performance reviews, we’d either be getting promoted to CEO of Everything or put on a “performance improvement plan” by 9:07 a.m. Because motherhood? It’s a full-time job… with overtime, no PTO, constant interruptions, and tiny humans who act like middle management but…
I used to think strength looked a certain way.Confident. Loud. Unshaken. The kind of strength that walks into a room and owns it. But then I became a mom to a child with hearing loss…and I realized I had it all wrong. Strength isn’t always loud.Sometimes, it’s beautifully,…
Before I had kids, I was the perfect parent… in theory. I had opinions. Strong ones.My kids would eat organic meals, never watch too much TV, always say “please” and “thank you,” and absolutely never throw tantrums in public. And then… I had kids. Now? Let’s just say…