It’s been a few years since we last put up a Christmas tree. One year, we spent Christmas Day at Mount Sinai for an embryo transfer that didn’t work. That moment marked the start of many holidays overshadowed by the weight of family planning. Consumed by yearning and loss, I couldn’t find joy in the…
Tag: motherhood
dear wildlings.
To my son and daughter, After 4.5 years it’s finally happening. Our house will be filled with the laughter of young humans. Today is move in day. The day when the three of us become the five of us. It hasn’t been an easy journey to motherhood. We’ve spent the equivalent of a university education…
a complicated relationship with optimism.
Hope floats. My teen years were the late 90s and pop culture philosophy from light-hearted movies about life filled my “quote book”, a separate journal where I scrawled out lyrics, phrases and prose. For some reason this film with Sandra Bullock has always stuck with me. In particular, the closing wisdom: “Beginnings are scary, endings…
waiting for motherhood.
TW: The following post talks about fertility and adoption. I write these words from my perspective rooted in my own feelings, based on my own experiences. I have simplified the medical words to communicate from my heart and in my own voice. I recognize that infertility and loss is painful and agonizing. I also know…
faith over fear
I was 38 years old when I had the first genuine thought – an internal desire – to become a mother.
so … this is 40.
Here I am. Standing somewhere far away from the curious young lass that nearly ten years ago travelled the yellow brick road to down under only to wander back to her small hometown years later to plant seeds; to see her roots grow. Here I am. Leaning into the woman I am intentionally becoming while…
static confusion. 