I used to judge screen time. Not aggressively.Just… quietly. Internally. With confidence. I said things like, “We really try to limit screens,” while sipping a hot coffee and parenting one child who napped, listened, and didn’t attempt to scale furniture like a parkour course. Then I had a second child.And I said it a little less. Then I had a third child.And I didn’t say things like that anymore. Because somewhere between child two and child three, I realized something ver

This has been one of those parenting weeks. You know the ones — where the kids seem to bring home a new virus every other day, and as a family of five with three kids under six, it takes weeks to fully get through just one illness. Somehow, my middle child has managed to stay healthy (a mystery I still haven’t solved), while the rest of us have been cycling through exhaustion, fevers, and all the things no parent ever really gets used to. Last Friday evening, my oldest son

Parenting isn’t always the highlight reel we share online. Today, I’m sharing the messy parts too — because this chapter is hard. I’m having a tough time with my six-year-old right now. He is an incredibly kind, smart, affectionate boy. He is creative, expressive, and has the funniest imagination. He brings so much joy into our lives every single day. And also… he feels very big feelings. Lately, mornings have been a real struggle — especially transitions to school. He’s tes

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how grateful I am for the incredible women in my life—especially the friendships I’ve built since becoming a mother. When I had my first son, who is now six, I was the first in my friend group to enter motherhood. I went from working full-time and finishing my master’s degree straight into full-blown parenting. And while two things can absolutely be true at the same time—having my son was the greatest thing I have ever done and one of th