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For a long time, motherhood didn’t look the way I expected it to. When I was raising my oldest, I was still living under my parents’ roof. When she was 2 I left to pursue my bachelors degree. They supported me while I went off to college, stepping in so my daughter had stability while Read more
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No seriously. When I was younger, 40 felt far far away. Older. Settled. Certain. Now that I’m here, it feels idk, grounded. Turning 40 as a mother doesn’t feel like an ending at all! It feels like an arrival. Not because everything is figured out,(because it definitely is not) but because I finally trust myself Read more
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Becoming a parent as a teenager changes the order of things. While most of my peers were figuring out who they were, I was learning how to keep someone else alive. While others were planning futures that felt wide open, mine narrowed quickly, defined by schedules, responsibilities, and choices that carried weight long before I Read more
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I didn’t plan to become a mother so young. I was still a teenager when Ava entered my life. Tiny, dependent, and completely unaware that I was still growing up myself. There was no roadmap, no timeline, no version of motherhood that looked like the one I was living. I was learning who I was Read more
