Sunday was Mother’s Day, and I had no expectations. My husband and I have been arguing, money has been tight, and the schedule has been packed. I felt that there was no point in getting my hopes up that “it would be my day.” Being that my kid isn’t even two, I doubted I’d even get so much recognition as a macaroni necklace.
Mother’s Day is hard for all moms. It sucks to have people tell you that it’s all about you, when really, as soon as they say “Happy Mother’s Day” and throw their last-minute, everything-else-was-sold-out gift at you, they’re off the hook and it’s back to the same grind that you do every freaking day. It’s especially hard when your own mom isn’t around anymore. For the last nine years, Mother’s Day has been more about what I didn’t have than what I did.
We now have half a kitchen (renovations are mostly complete but we ran out of money for appliances) so we decided to invite a couple of friends over to celebrate the day with us, and that was hands down the best thing that we could have done. Ladies, your mom tribe is everything. We spent the day laughing and drinking sangria, and ate a fabulous homemade brunch. It was the first time I felt like I had anything to celebrate.
I’m writing this to say: if your Mother’s Day sucked, that’s okay. It’s not fair, and I wish it wasn’t the case, but it’s okay. Most of this whole motherhood thing sucks, and even on Mother’s Day, we’ve still gotta be on call. But try to find a moment of celebration anywhere, where you are happy to be alive and trudging through this amazing, exhausting journey with amazing, exhausted women who get it. And be thankful it’s on a Sunday and day-drinking is totally okay.
I love you and you’re doing great.
((The spa deals are still going until the end of May)).
Okay, folks. We’re almost one month into this self-care thing. How’s it going?
Yeah. I thought so. Me too.
It’s HARD to take care of yourself. It’s hard to prioritize your own care in a world that is constantly pulling on you in every direction. How can you afford to take the time to take care of yourself when you can barely hold it together at work? Continue reading →
I’m obsessed with New Year’s. Being an extremely Type-A, high-strung perfectionist, I love any special day dedicated to making lists and making improvements in my daily life. But for many years in a row, my resolutions have all been about getting more done, getting stuff accomplished, and generally just a twelve-month long to-do list.
In my first full year of parenting, I’ve realized that the cliche is true–if mama’s not happy, no one’s happy. So this year I want to try to do something that I’ve never done before. Something much harder. And I want you to do it too.
As many of you may know, Phoenix just turned one year old, and that meant that we’d soon have to say goodbye to the only stroller we’d ever known, the Doona. Because I’m a first time mama and really didn’t have any experience with any other stroller, I was more than a little nervous. How was I ever going to fall in love with anything else when the whole reason I bought the Doona was to avoid having a big bulky stroller? So on the 28th, Phoenix and I packed up and headed over to the ELK Café in Brooklyn to check out the latest additions to the Britax family. Continue reading →
I am African-American, Dominican, and Cherokee. I grew up in a home where there was a lot of love, and my family brought in enough money to pay the bills, but we were paycheck-to-paycheck anyway. When I went to public school, my class was predominantly black. To them, the Dominican boy was Dominican. The Polish boy was Polish. Both of them were lighter than me, but to my class, I was white.
At eleven years old, I received a scholarship for minority students and was accepted into a prestigious private school. I was surrounded by white people and I was definitely not one of them. I thought the two Chinese, one Puerto Rican and two other black students that were accepted at the same time as I was would have my back, but they drifted into their cliques and I was alone. And light-skinned. Continue reading →