I'm an introverted mom, so sometimes I have to say no. So, I miss out.

Mommy needs 15 minutes to herself and starts to get herself ready for the day. Then you hear the pattering of little feet and a door creaking open…

When a mom helps another mom, she pays it forward. Because she knows what it's like to have a toddler in a tantrum on a hot summer day.

When I'm too busy to lay with you at night, I hope one day you'll understand. Because I know right now your little heart is disappointed.

“Your mommy, she’s a superhero,” a stranger said, smiling at my kids on our walk, his intent being a compliment. “No, I’m so not!”

I was talking to my husband, and he started laughing, “Dani, open the fridge!” I slowly opened it to a bin of pretzel rods sitting next to the cartons of milk.

I will love you through the mad. I will love you through mental illness. I will love you through the sad.

To the mom who can’t today. You are not alone. There’s a mom out there who's exhausted from a night plagued with worry.

I decided to call my mom, who was coming over to see if she had eggs instead of dragging everyone out in the rain. “Of course, I’ll check,” she said. And that was that.

You don't love swimsuit season, never have, most likely never will. The problem is your world has grown smaller as your fear of showing off your body has grown larger.

There are so many reasons why you should be allowed to cry. Maybe your kids won’t stop arguing and hitting, and gosh, are you raising brats?

I have so many days where I look at my children acting wild and tell them in a breathy whisper of defeat, "you guys need to really behave, or I can't do this anymore." As in, I can't mom anymore.

Depression and anxiety are real. They aren't physical, but you can see them if you look close enough.

“Are you pretty, Mommy?” My daughter asked. I thought for a second as I starred in the mirror, strands of hair sticking straight in the air, eyes tired, face pale.

“Am I a bad parent if I think my child’s annoying?” I asked my husband, half-joking half-not.

There’s no alone time in motherhood. And when there’s a long day filled with tattling siblings, screaming, and playing nonstop, it’s okay to crave some quiet moments within it.

We’ve all been her, a parent in a struggle feeling like she’s not enough. Like, she maybe shouldn’t be a mom.

Why do moms yell? Because we’re overwhelmed. Because no one’s listening. Because our kids are about to get hurt. “Don’t put your hand in there!”

I was cleaning up the mess on the playroom floor when I heard, “can you lay with me?” My middle daughter was watching a movie and wanted me to cuddle up next to her.

I don’t want my “body back” because that means I wouldn’t have my children. Plus, It didn’t go anywhere, it only changed for the better.