Ever since we got married, my husband has been diligent in writing love letters for me. Now it’s my turn, as a Father’s Day tribute.
It hit me, why not write about things we don’t like much about raising a child that aren’t widely shared on social media? You know, things that aren’t picture-perfect or Instagram-worthy?
I’m sorry to burst your bubble. What I share online is but a glimpse of the life we live every day—but everything I post is intentional, real, and raw.
Because is there really a mother out there who “stays” at home 24 hours a day, seven days a week? Or before one qualifies as a “full-time” mom, is there even a “part-time” one?