“What did you accomplish all day, mama?” There was no evidence of things accomplished, but you did a lot. You swear!

My oldest gravitated toward princesses. My middle and baby gravitated toward paw patrol and cars. But we never categorized our toys. I made sure of it.

I looked closely at my mom friend. She had that look: the one where her eyes were watery and the corners of her mouth drawn downwards. The look of defeat.

You don’t have a right to interject your opinion in someone’s hard. We know them as pain dismissers, and they are the worst of the worst.

Everyone's doing well around us. We make sure of it. And us? We're "fine,… just fine." At least that's what we tell everyone.

“How am I going to do this?” How many times have we found ourselves saying this? We ask this question with hands raised in the air so many times in a day.

This girl’s being taught to keep those hard emotions in. And as she grows up, she won't know how to deal with challenging emotions

Anxiety greeted me as soon as I opened my eyes yesterday morning. I had a bad anxiety day. A day where my leg was incessantly tapping on the floor when I was seated.

You can't be mad. Everyone's a bad friend right now. A family member said this to me recently, and it really resonated.

The truth is motherhood is hard. It’s not picture perfect or over-the-moon happiness all the time.

There are some hard days where we picture ourselves drowning in a pond. Our hand is reaching out, but the cold water consumes our body.

You really need to take care of yourself, too. How many mothers have heard this and wanted to scream into a pillow because AHHHH?

My exterminator's wife has been fighting cancer. He told me this the other day while clearing out the ant farm in our basement.

You’ll never regret having more kids. Let me finish that sentence properly. You’ll never regret having more kids once that child is here.

People don't ask mommy for help because she's mommy, and she's “got it all handled," But she never expects it anyway.

We don’t need to keep our mental health struggles a secret. In fact, we should be talking to our children about them.

I watched my daughter chase an older girl around the park who wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. It was painful for me to watch.

I’m a part of the moms on antidepressants club. It’s a not-so-secret society made up of moms who suffer from depression and anxiety.

I’m the person who gets out of the shower and almost always misses shaving part of my leg. Like I’m drying myself off and ugh, hair… why?

I'm teaching my kids that when someone's sad, you put their needs before your own.