Mother’s Day: an open letter to all mamas.

“A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.”

-Washington Irving

I am sitting down to write this as Mother’s Day is coming to an end (‘cause let’s face it… after that one late period, you’re never on time for anything again. Ever).

I love that we set aside a whole day to honor and celebrate the women who raised us. I celebrate my own mother, who we now call ‘Gigi’, and who has set the bar pretty damn high. Beautiful, selfless, and the strongest woman I will ever know. This day has also taken on a whole new meaning to me because of the little one who made me a mom.

I never knew before what it felt like to have my heart roaming around on the outside. It’s overwhelmingly wonderful and terrifying. I never knew the role of ‘mom’ would continue to make me a better person on a daily basis. More patience. Less sleep. More love. More selflessness. Less me. It truly is a love that transcends all other affections of the heart.

The day to day mom life is well… hard, exhausting – time stands still, patience dwindling, finding yourself staring out the window looking for the Amazon Prime guy for some quick adult conversation, while looking at the clock questioning if it’s too early for wine.

Don’t let the above scare you. Motherhood really is wonderful. Too often we get caught up in the daily grind and complaints, exhaustion, and being a tiny little human’s snack bitch that it seems to triumph over sharing the gift that motherhood truly is.

…and boy is it. I tend to get a bit nostalgic over Mother’s Day, birthdays, milestones, going off to preschool, etc. Basically, I’m an unstable basket case of emotions who in the event of all the above, is left wondering – what is happening? Where is the time going? And why didn’t I add ‘live in nanny’ to my baby registry?

However, I can’t help but think about the ones grieving on this emotionally charged holiday. The women who suffer in silence, and the heartache they silently endure.

The mom that was never able to meet her child.

The children grieving the loss of their own mother.

The stepmoms.

The mothers who have lost children.

The estranged mothers, estranged children…

Then there are the women who would give anything to become a mother.

But can’t. The unfairness is incomprehensible.

Now, I promise I didn’t set out to write a sappy, depressing, and emotionally draining blog post. Mother’s Day IS a reason to celebrate, and to acknowledge all moms. And, also a reminder to encourage everyone to show compassion for those that might be hiding sadness behind their smiles today.

Be kind to yourself mama.

You may be sad, but you are loved.

You may be basking in all the magic and emotions of your first Mother’s Day, or even your 20th. Enjoy. Celebrate. No matter what age, they are always your babies.

Your children may be gone, but you are still a mother.

Your mother may be gone, but you are still her child.

You may not have your own child yet, but you have the spirit of motherhood in your heart.

You may be having a wonderful day, but there is just something missing. Or a little bit of sadness forcing its way through the cracks in your tough exterior.

And that’s ok.

Happy Mother’s Day to ALL. Love, cherish, and cling tight to every fleeting moment you have with your little ones and the mothers who have shown us unconditional love, unwavering patience, and who have never given up on us.

It’s not an easy job, but it sure is the best one.

XO

Jaclyn 

A Letter to My Daughter on Her 2nd Birthday

My Sweet Milana,

TWO is quickly approaching. Sunday to be exact.

Each age, stage, and phase has brought us so much joy, a whole lotta laughter, definitely a few tears, sleep deprived stress, inevitable self doubt, and our fair share of challenges…. and a crazy kind of LOVE I didn’t even know existed in my wildest dreams. I wouldn’t trade one second of it.

Sure, your first birthday was filled with a lot of emotions, but it was mainly all happiness – I mean you not only turned one, but your dad and I survived our first year as parents.

But, two… two feels different.

Of course, in the moment – at the end of a VERY long day, I do a little victory dance. We survived another day. In the grand scheme of it all though – the seconds, the minutes, the hours, the long days that seem so long & so grueling that feel like an eternity… they’re not.

Do you want to know a secret? Even on the days when you’re most exhausting, an unruly toddler, when I feel as if I don’t have anything more to give, and I can’t wait until it’s time for you to go to bed – I miss you as soon as I put you down. Funny how that works, huh? You are my great love. My greatest source of chaos, and my greatest source of peace – one of the many conundrums I’ve come to accept as a parent. I can’t resist your smile and your laugh – even your silly fake crocodile tears!

Of course, even pre-child Jaclyn knew that time is fleeting and we’re not allotted as much as we’d like, but there’s something about watching you from the very beginning…. a tiny human who I felt move inside of me & witnessed growing from a little apricot, to the size of a pineapple – every week in my belly. “Babe, did you know all her organs are fully developed already?!”, I remember running in so excited to tell your dad. Reading about and feeling your growth with every passing week was magical. And, now growing leaps and bounds, learning, exploring… before my very eyes, everyday.

Suddenly, I’ve blinked (I should really quit doing that), and you’re a little girl – with enough SASS to run the world, SO much personality, a newfound sense of independence, my main source of entertainment & my biggest source of pure happiness. I could not be more proud of you – and at the same time with each new word and skill, I can’t help but also feel a twinge of sadness. (Comes with the territory, I suppose?)

I need a little longer. I need more time. I need more time to soak in all the goodness, even at times when the ‘goodness’ is grueling. What a wonderfully exhausting stage it’s been. I wouldn’t trade it for anything, for I know it won’t last and before I know it you will be three.

… and then we will experience a whole new phase of life. Together.

But, for now, I’ll enjoy you being not-yet-two. I’ll take the extra cuddles you’ve showered upon me this week, because in these moments it’s as if time is frozen when it’s most perfect.

I know one day down the road, you might be calling mom & dad up and thanking us for all the things we sacrificed and all the love we’ve given (I know I sure have – more times since you were born than possibly in my whole life!) BUT, I’ll tell ya right now… thank YOU. Thank you for teaching me patience. Thank you for reminding me to slow down and enjoy the little things… nature, rocks, sticks, flowers. Thank you for allowing me to see the beauty in this world that is too often chaotic, cruel, corrupt, and unfair. Thank you for showing me what life is and should be about. The little things. Perhaps, I had forgotten along the way. Thank you for being my sweet daily reminder.

Tomorrow we celebrate you. But, today… today, mama is a little blue – so, bear with me. I’m mourning the end of an era, but also embracing all the new and exciting things to come (doing my best, at least). I don’t want to miss a single second. I love you and cherish our sweet bond like no other.

You light up your Mommy & Daddy’s world like you wouldn’t believe.

You are forever my sunshine, little one.

Love,

Mommy

Motherhood: a story about procrastination, reheating coffee, & witty banter with the Starbucks barista 

Well, well, well…

My dear, sweet, life of the party, pint sized dictator O N E year old is finally napping AND I am finally able to take a deep breath, enjoy a cup of coffee (which has now been reheated for the third time today), and write my very F I R S T blog post.

I guess I should preface this first post with the fact that I created this blog TWO YEARS AGO! I found out I was pregnant with baby numero uno and after the initial nausea, the constant ‘I don’t know why I’m crying’ spells, and the hours upon hours of sleep (what a sweet memory that has become), I did what most excited expecting mamas do – I started reading any and all mommy blogs I could find. The adorable babies, the joyful (and perfectly styled) mamas, the beauty of pregnancy… eeeeekkk! My love for fashion, photography, and babies inspired me to start a blog of my own.

… As you can see (two years later), it sounded a lot better in my head.

I hated pregnancy. I hated the nausea, heartburn, constant trips to the bathroom, the judgemental looks at my bump with no ring on my finger because HOLY SWELLING, batman. Judge away, mamas. I desperately wanted to be one of those women who loves pregnancy and don’t get me wrong – growing a human is beyond magical and beautiful. Women are BADASS magical unicorn superheroes. Throughout the whole process, I found myself calling my mom a couple times a day (sometimes crying, sometimes laughing) expressing how sorry I was that I put her through that hell and how thankful I was that she still even liked me. Okay – now I’m getting sidetracked…

Long story short, I got pregnant and decided I was too sleepy and too hangry to start a blog. Anyway, the kid is nearly 14 months old now, aaaand here I am! She is our world. My everything, my greatest accomplishment and worth every second of it. These are my absolute favorite days. But, mommin’ ain’t easy and not always pretty. Since my days are often filled with random thoughts, daydreams, and sarcastic banter with the cashier at Target or Starbucks (YAY for adult conversation!), I thought why not share it with you guys? So, w e l c o m e to our little world! Follow along if you like cute babies, fashion, sarcastic comments or if you’re just pregnant, sleepy, hangry and just want a little insight on life with baby without actually having to do a damn thing.

Enjoy! XO

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