By Ashley Butler We Aren’t Holding Her Back—We’re Giving Her More Time
When we decided to give our preschooler another year before kindergarten, I thought the hardest part would be explaining it…
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Sometimes I Miss being Taken Care of
This is something I don’t say out loud very often, mostly because it’s easy to misunderstand. I love being a…
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The Room Mom Version of Me Will Have to Wait
Before I had kids of my own, I thought I knew exactly what kind of mom I’d be. As a…
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Your Kids Will Remember More Than You Think
Sometimes I forget how big the little things feel when you’re a kid. A random Tuesday trip for ice cream.…
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The Weight of Always Being “On”
There’s a kind of exhaustion sleep can’t fix. The kind that builds quietly from being needed all the time. It’s…
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To the Moms Who Love Quiet
I’ve always been the quiet one. The listener. The observer. The one who never minded silence and didn’t feel the…
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The Quiet Rage of Being the Only One Who Knows Where Everything Is
My 8-year-old asked me where his Star Wars water bottle was. I told him to check the dishwasher. He stood…
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May She Always Believe in Wishes
She gathered every fluffy dandelion like treasure, tiny fists full of wish-makers. She closed her eyes, took a breath, and…
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My Brain Tabs Are All Open and I’ve Lost the Mouse
Some days, my brain feels like an internet browser with every single tab open, music blaring from somewhere I can’t…
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I’m Holding on To Their Littleness As Long As I Can
Today in the car line, I caught myself tearing up. My 4-year-old was walking in a straight line with the…
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Sometimes Your Social Battery Runs Out—Even around People You Love
There’s a unique kind of guilt that comes with telling people you’re tired of being around them. Not because they…
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Sometimes a Mom Feels Completely Touched Out
I love my kids. I do. Fiercely. Irrationally. Intensely.But some days I want to disappear into a locked room with…
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