The In-Betweens

Dear Love, This one’s for you—and for dads everywhere who are showing up every day with love, patience, and dedication. I see you, and I need you to know how much it means—not just to me, but to all of us as moms, as partners, as families. You’re not just a great dad; you’re the real MVP. From the moment you stepped into this role, you’ve been rewriting the script. You’ve been there, doing all the big things and little things that make a difference. And today, I just want to tell you: I see you, I appreciate you, and I couldn’t do this without you. The Little Things You Do It’s the little things that speak volumes. Like when you instinctively grab the baby so I can finally drink my cup of tea while it’s still hot. Or when you distract our toddler with a spontaneous game of superheroes so I can have two minutes of peace to just breathe. It’s the way you whisper silly jokes to the big brother to make him laugh uncontrollably when I’ve run out of patience. It’s how you handle those middle...

It’s 4:40 AM on a Tuesday, and while the rest of my house is deep in dreamland, I’m wide awake. Not because of a crying baby this time, but because my brain has decided this is the perfect hour to start firing off ideas like a popcorn machine. New projects, dreams for the year ahead, and, oh yes, the looming ambition of returning to my postgraduate studies. It’s all swirling around, demanding attention like my toddler during snack time. I swear, I could have invented something great if only my brain had decided to organize itself into a neat list instead of throwing all the ideas at me at once. But no. I’m wide awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking, How am I going to pull all of this off and still keep my sanity? If you’re a mom in a season of transition, anticipation, or change, you might know this feeling too. That mix of excitement and fear. Like standing at the edge of a high dive: you know the plunge will be worth it, but there’s that little voice whispering, What if I belly fl...

  To every mom—expecting, new, or seasoned—let’s sip on this messy, magical ride together. It’s a quiet Sunday morning in my house. The kind of rare stillness where I can hear the clock ticking and the occasional gurgle of my caramel-infused coffee brewing. I’m perched on the edge of my couch, trusty breast pump humming away, doing its thing. Yes, folks, I’m multitasking like the mothering pro I’ve reluctantly become. My newborn—officially six weeks old—has decided to grant me this moment of peace (or maybe he’s just gearing up for the next explosion of chaos). His big brother, all 4-and-a-half years of him, is in dreamland, probably plotting his next big question about dinosaurs or the mysteries of the universe. And here I am, boobs out, coffee in hand, soaking it all in. Motherhood. It’s a lot, isn’t it? The Wild Ride of Motherhood If you’re an expecting mom reading this, bless your heart for your hopeful optimism. Keep it—it’ll serve you well. Just know that while those glowing...

  Finding your way, even when the road feels uncertain. Hey Mama, If you’ve found yourself here, it means you’re carrying a weight you didn’t expect, one that sometimes feels too heavy to bear alone. Maybe your heart feels like it’s breaking, or perhaps you’re at that place where every day feels a little less like “you.” It could be that the connection with your partner feels like it’s slipping, or you’re asking yourself big questions you never thought you’d have to. I want you to know: you’re not alone. The truth is, so many of us have been where you are—feeling lost, trying to care for your little ones while facing an emptiness you can’t quite put into words. You’re carrying so much on your shoulders, and it’s okay to feel overwhelmed. It’s okay to feel like you’re not sure where to go from here. But let me remind you of one thing: inside you, there’s a strength you haven’t yet seen in its fullest, a fire that’s been quietly holding on through everything. You Don’t Have to Have A...

From one mom to another, I see you, and you’re not alone. Hey there, Mama, I know you’re out there, and I know you’re feeling it—the exhaustion, the endless nights, the whispers of doubt creeping in. I know because I’ve been there, too. Right now, you might feel like you’re swimming upstream, barely keeping your head above water. And while it feels like the world is moving on around you, here you are, rocking, feeding, and soothing this little soul who relies on you for everything. First, let me say this: you are not alone. And more importantly, you’re doing so much better than you think. I know there are days when you wonder if you can keep going, days when it feels like you’re giving everything you have and it’s still not enough. You might feel invisible in the quiet hours of the night, questioning if anyone could ever truly understand how heavy the weight is on your shoulders. But from where I stand, all I see is strength. I see a woman showing up, time and time again, for a love de...

One month in, and I’m one step closer to superhero status Hey gorgeous human, I’m back! And I survived the week. Let me tell you, I’m convinced life hit “shuffle” on my responsibilities and stacked them all into one unforgettable seven-day stretch. First things first: my little one turned one month old this week! You’d think that’d be enough excitement, but oh no. Life apparently decided I was ready to level up in the mom department. With Daddy out of town, I was left with a newborn, an upcoming concert for his older brother, and—you can’t make this stuff up—a last-minute trip to the dentist for me. Yes, it was as chaotic as it sounds. The Big Brother Concert Countdown The concert prep was a saga in itself. The costume, the rehearsals, and—of course—the practice sessions at home where I found myself clapping along to a surprisingly catchy medley of children’s songs. Big Brother was pumped; I was hanging on by a thread. But seeing his face light up every time he mastered a new part? Tot...