May 14-20 is Mental Health Awareness week I’ve struggled with depression since I was 12 years old, in and out of bad spells through my parent’s divorce and some other pretty rough patches. I had my son when I was …
Love Times Two
“Every pregnancy is different,” so I’ve heard, and have now experienced. When pregnant with my first baby, everything was new and exciting, curious and magical – and also terrifying. Now, 38 weeks into my second pregnancy, I sure don’t remember being …
The Healing Art of the Ocean
I recently did a beautiful turtle maternity painting on one of my MOPS mom friends and wanted to share it. This one was really special to me. Heidi happened to love turtles, and every time I think of sea turtles …
With Love, From MOPS
Hello Mama, Can I just tell you how impressed I am with the Offline October movement started by teens to “unplug” from social media and to start “living”? I have always felt like my children and their generation, coined as …
Permission to Feel What I Feel
Small talk is a curious thing. It is often thought rude not to engage in small talk with strangers, but we rarely strengthen relationships or open ourselves up when we do so. I especially struggled with small talk following the …
It’s Too Dangerous to Love Myself
My story is not unlike those of countless other postpartum moms: pregnancy changed my body in ways I didn’t expect, and even once I lost most of the “baby weight,” I struggled to accept that my body had rearranged itself. …
A Village of Mothers
When we got married, my husband and I agreed we would wait at least three years to have children. This was a compromise between him saying, “Let’s have a baby right now, our clocks are ticking!” and me saying, “I’m …
A Place To Call Home
When you are in high school you feel invincible. Unshakable. I was 16 when I found out that I was pregnant. My world felt like it was crumbling around me. Unimaginable judgment made me feel like my child was unwanted, …
My Shelter in Hard Times
It was as if I’d known those eyes for a thousand years. They connected with mine, in a mysteriously comforting blue moon way. They reduced my fears to mist. I slipped into my white satin dress and dainty shoes and …
Courage to Have Another Baby
The little white stick showed a blue cross, and my breath was frozen. It was the seventh time I’d seen that symbol, but my home only had two children running through it. With my wide hips, regular cycle and two …
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