Dear Daughter

I was recently inspired to write a letter to my future daughter by a blog who is doing an entire series of these letters written by moms with and without daughters, grandmothers and aspiring moms. It's really touching and beautiful to read the letters, so I took some time to write my own. Disclaimer: I don't have a daughter yet and I'M NOT PREGNANT. However, writing this letter was deeply emotional to me and I even cried a bit while writing. Continue reading if you wish to peek inside my heart's desire for my future daughter and truly my desire for every female.

Nashville Zoo: Visiting with Littles

When you have a little who wants to be held constantly, gets bored with toys quickly, is mobile, explores all the dangerous things and doesn't watch TV, mama has to be creative in keeping him occupied. Jonas, who is 8 1/2 months old now, would be 100% happy if I just sat on the floor all day and served as his jungle gym. While that's all sweet and fun, it is physically exhausting. Enter the Nashville Zoo, which has served as my saving grace. It gets us out of the house, keeps Jonas interested and gives me the opportunity to meet other Nashville mamas! Also, it's the closest I'm going to get to Disney World in Nashville. We love it!

Living That Mom Life

Weekends used to be filled with going out, spontaneous road trips, hanging with friends and sleeping in; things i used to believe friends with babies were all jealous of. Now that I'm home on a Friday night with by baby, I know that if they did think of me, it was not with envy. I'm embarrassed to say that a huge part of the reason I wanted to wait so long to have kids is because I didn't want to turn into a mom! But you guys, I saw a t-shirt with a phrase on it the other day (something like...:But first, coffee)  and I actually liked it. Hello, mom life...I have arrived!

It is not our differences that divide us

I encourage you to speak up and have conversations and research and learn and take action. I implore you to have an opinion and respect others’ right to have an opinion of their own. Above all, I beg you to choose love and respect because we're all worthy enough to receive it. Hate divides and love unites.

"It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences."
— Audre Lorde

Missing Myself

I'm very excited to get to know those close to me (including myself) on a deeper level by being more vulnerable and honest. By allowing myself room to be, room to breathe, rest and live. Bravery will be required to say no to some opportunities, to only cultivate relationships that are life giving and to slow down enough to be still with myself. As I'm typing these words, it's crazy what a foreign concept slowing down is to me and the anxiety I'm feeling as I embark on this challenge. The fact that I'm feeling anxiety about being still is a red flag and is a sign that I'm way overdue for a reunion with myself.

All I Know is Now

Truthfully, it's scary to not know what's next and to speak openly about it. I think there are ugly elements of perfectionism and fear as to why this topic makes me so uncomfortable. Society tells me that at this point in my life, I'm supposed to have it all figured out. The fact that I don't have it figured out doesn't make me a failure, it makes me human. Opening up means that I'm tired of pretending I'm perfect. No one is perfect and we should stop judging others like we are.

The Other Shoe

I was lying in bed wide awake at 1 am this morning even though baby Jonas was sound asleep. I feel crazy for not taking advantage of this time and sleeping because it IS crazy. Truthfully, I can't sleep because I'm worried and have a million "what if" scenarios racing through my head. While this is not an uncommon occurrence for me, this time it's because I feel like the other shoe has finally dropped....