I about lost it today when my sister said,
"Your kid is only a quarter black. It’s not even gonna look black. It’s not like, REALLY black."
A reminder that even when things look broken, they are always working to come back together.
i really needed this.
my son is bold and headstrong. i worry about him being “that kid” and he’s only nine months old!
what i should be worried about is becoming “that mom” instead. my job isnt to mold him. my job is to allow him to grow.
"Fed up with the false ideals around post-baby beauty, photographer and mother from Chicago, Ashlee Wells Jackson, launched a project designed to thrust the "real" post baby body into the spotlight.
The 4th Trimester Body Project is dedicated to embracing the beauty inherent in the changes brought to our bodies by motherhood, childbirth and breastfeeding..”
I love this.
Sums up my day!
I’m only 12 weeks pregnant and I’m already more exhausted than I ever thought was possible…
I’m watching 12 Years A Slave.
It is more powerful than I could have imagined now that I have a child growing inside of me who’s great-great-grandfather freed himself by running away from a life of slavery.
Labor and push how your body tells you is right, not how your doctors tell you is right.