“If I tried to paint any other picture (externally) to placate society's discomfort with imperfection, I may not have arrived at this place (internally), this peace I found following my own heart/soul/voice + painting my own “picture” of what I want life to look like. This open canvas is mine to decide what brush strokes to fill it with...”
“Happy FOURTH birthday my little “super-hero/ warrior-girl,” you are a dream come true and I have never been more proud of anything in this world than I am of you. I'm sorry you're so much like me-- but I hope one day those trait(s) I passed down to you, including your sensitivity, serve you well. After all, you ARE stronger than a thousand warriors.”
“The best gifts I can give you is me prioritizing my own health, heart and soul, which means taking the time I need to re-nourish and heal, whether from the daily grind or a huge life transition, like the one we’re all currently in...”
"Love—that’s it, that’s the end game. It really is that simple..."
"I think there’s a reason many species are matriarchal in the animal kingdom—Mamas are freaking fierce. Many talk about the abnormal strength you get via adrenaline when we’re face-to-face with fierce physical obstacles—but we don’t talk about the abnormal strength you get via oxytocin, when faced with the emotional complexity and obstacles of love. Both hormones give you the means to protect—but one also gives you the reason to. And I (subjectively) think the reason to is a lot more powerful... Love"
“I decided to name you Teddy Abbott after your two maternal great-grandfathers and two of the greatest, most loving, kind, and genuine men I'll ever know. The WWII generation of really good men-- I figured you needed one hell of a strong name and although they are big shoes to fill, I have no doubt in you, my little love warrior. I may have given birth to you, but in many ways, you and your sister are the ones who breathe life into me, everyday....”
“Can we all just talk about the fear perpetuating elephant in the room? When it comes to parenting and well, life, can we all just admit we have no idea what the hell we’re doing (and that’s OK) while also acknowledging that each one of us is doing the best we can. And oh dear god, stop the shaming...”