Motherhood isn’t an Olympic competition — yet somewhere along the way, we started treating it like one. This post is a gentle reminder to be softer with ourselves, kinder to one another, and rebuild the community mothers have always deserved.

Postpartum depression isn’t just sadness. It can be rage, acne, anxiety, guilt — and it can last years. Let’s talk honestly about what new mothers really go through.

The image of men earning and women staying home is fading fast. Women are stepping up as primary breadwinners in more households and I’m one of them. Here’s my story of breaking tradition, managing the stress, and redefining what family balance really means.

Motherhood has a way of pulling you in every direction at once partner, parent, friend, worker, caregiver, and somewhere in the shuffle, your own needs get pushed to the bottom of the list. In this post, I share what I’ve learned about finding balance, setting boundaries, and protecting my energy so I can show up not just for everyone else, but for myself too.

The third trimester feels like standing at the edge of a cliff; equal parts fear, awe, and transformation. These are my reflections on the last days of “me” and the birth of someone new.

Parenthood in the first year is like running a race against your baby just when you think you’ve caught up, they change the pace, the course, and the finish line. From naps to bedtime routines to food, nothing stays the same for long. But maybe that’s the beauty of it.

Motherhood didn’t come wrapped in picture-perfect joy for me. It’s been messy, healing, and sometimes triggering. But every laugh, tantrum, and bedtime story teaches me not only how to mother my daughter—but also how to mother myself.

Money has always felt like a shadow in my family’s story. From childhood sacrifices to adulthood struggles, I’ve seen how the cycle of living paycheck to paycheck repeats itself when financial literacy isn’t taught. Here’s my story — and why I believe breaking the cycle starts with access, education, and rewriting the playbook for the next generation.

When I was a kid, my mom could show up for every school trip and PTA meeting. Today, childcare costs alone can feel like a second rent, forcing many working moms into tough trade-offs. This is the reality of parenting in 2025—where guilt, love, and hope all compete for space in our hearts.

There’s no letter, no perfect moment, no magical sign that tells you when to have a baby. For years, I thought there would be. Now I know that parenthood doesn’t wait for perfect timing — it waits for love, grit, and a willingness to grow alongside your child.

Being a mom has opened my eyes to the strength it takes to raise a child—especially alone. This post is for the single moms and young moms doing it all. I see you, and I honor you.

No one warns you that having a baby can turn your love life into a rotating shift schedule. Between sleepless nights, emotional landmines, and the endless “whose turn is it?” debates, it’s easy to become more roommates than romantic partners. Here’s how we’re learning to stay connected—even when we’re running on coffee and chaos.

We grow up saying we won’t be like our parents. Then we become parents ourselves—and everything shifts. This post explores the moment I realized my mom was just a girl trying her best, and how I’m parenting with more empathy, awareness, and grace to do things differently.