The other day I posted a picture of my feet strapped into a pair of new Target sandals. These cute little gladiator spin-offs with a wraparound ankle strap were the first non-athletic shoe purchase I’ve made post-partum. And by post-partum I mean I’m already one whole year into motherhood the second time around (is that…
Something special happened for me when you were born dear second child. When you were freshly plucked from my insides like a juicy little strawberry and held into the air for me to see, I exhaled all the worry I’d carried with me before that moment. And from then on being a mom has been…
It’s okay mama. It’s okay that you bought the original goldfish crackers because your toddler wanted them instead of the organic bunny knock off ones that don’t taste as good. Yes there may be some moms out there who will judge you, but it’s okay. And that’s just silly anyway. Processed food is processed food…
When my daughter was almost three months old, my husband and I decided to take a trip to Hawaii. Like many new mothers who would travel for the first time with a baby, I was terrified. What if I had the kid that kept everyone from feeling the Aloha? You know the one. The baby…
It was a typical end of the week afternoon in my backyard when I realized what I dislike most about being a mom. My single best friend had stopped by for a visit. She was attempting to entertain my kids while I grilled dinner, me cursing myself for not bringing home a Costco rotisserie chicken…
“Enjoy it,” the lady behind me in line at Target says, “It goes by so fast.” It’s not the first time I’ve heard this. I’ve also heard, “It’s over before you know it.” “She’ll be a teenager in the blink of an eye.” “You’ll wake up one day and she’ll be about to get married.”…
She looks up at me, her eyes red rimmed and tear filled. I watch as one single tear slides up and over her eyelid and then down her cheek. Once one comes, they’ll keep coming, until her t-shirt is wet and her upper lip shiny with despair, until she folds into my arms sobbing, drenching…
I’m different. Odd. Strange. Weird. Not like the rest. The brown egg in a carton of white ones. That’s how child abuse makes you feel, but until Sunday night’s season three finale of Ray Donovan I’d never verbalized it that way. I’d never said those words out loud to anyone. Even though for my entire…
When I was 22-years old, I came out of hiding. I stepped out of the darkness of the sexual abuse victim’s closet, and into the light. I can’t say I haven’t looked back, because with something like childhood sexual abuse it’s impossible not to, but I can say my future has been a lot brighter…
My dearest baby dog, A few moments ago, I pushed the back button and accidentally deleted one of the most heartfelt and tear inducing posts I’ve ever written, inspired by you. I deleted what felt like the perfect post to commemorate your life. In it, I thanked you for all of the ways you saved…
Steph Mignon 