Author: erincurlett
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I Want to Forgive
The sonographer sat my chair upright and told me we were finished. The doctor would be right in to discuss the pictures she had just taken during the twenty-week anatomy scan of our second child, another baby boy. As she turned to leave, she paused. “Wait.” She studied the scans she held in her hands and…
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How Do I Want to Show Up in the World?
Last week I came back from a week at a summer camp for women. Talk about a situation ready to send you right back into your junior high insecurities: a bunch of women sleeping in the woods, swarmed by mosquitoes, constantly sweating in the moist North Carolina air. We shared our cabins with mice. We…
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I Roared My Little Lion Out
I crouched in the hospital bathtub, wearing nothing but my sports bra. I’ve always been the girl who would rather contort herself in a bathroom stall than go bare in the women’s locker room, but my nakedness was nothing compared to the pain. The idea of laboring in the tub with my loving husband nearby…
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Survivor Mama: New Life after Sexual Assault
Today I am seven years a survivor. So grateful to the Good Mother Project for publishing this piece yesterday. It’s time to use my voice again. It’s time to speak the truth. When I got pregnant, I didn’t realize I was a rape survivor. Mere hours after my son was conceived, I sat in our counselor’s…
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My 2 a.m. Friend, or The Day I Thought I’d Lost My Son
One minute we were lounging on the picnic blanket in our backyard. Jacob was happily chewing on a toy and I was happily snapping pics of him as he rolled back and forth, wiggling his toes in the air. The next minute, I noticed he had a piece of grass sticking out of his mouth,…
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I’m Not Enough
It was 3am. I was more than sleep deprived; I was going a little bit crazy. Jacob, my new baby boy, was less than a week old, and he was hungry. His screams pierced the darkness and pierced this new mama’s heart. The pediatrician’s office had called that afternoon to say we needed to supplement his…
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Truth Be Told…
The truth is, I am fearful. The truth is, I am brave. The truth is, I hide. The truth is, I make excuses. The truth is, I have big dreams. The truth is, I am afraid to fail. The truth is, I stumble every day. The truth is, I am rusty at relationships. The truth…
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And a Little Child Shall Lead Them
I walked beneath a cherry blossom tree, my 6-month-old son strapped to my chest. Facing outward, he reached out his tiny, curious fingers as I held a branch down to eye level. As his tiny hands gently closed around the soft, pink petals, I leaned down to steal a glance at his pensive face. His…
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Creating New Life, One Step at a Time
Hi friends. It’s been a while. So much has happened in the last nine months since last I wrote, not the least of which is getting pregnant with our very first child. A child! Our child! Our son, to be exact. Jacob. This week I passed the 35 week mark, which means we are in…
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The Joy of Surprising Yourself-and Others-With Who You Really Are
This past weekend, at almost 35 weeks pregnant, I drove to Vancouver for the SeaWheeze Half Marathon and walked 13.1 miles. Was this planned? No. Did I train for it? No. What happened was I got up Thursday morning, decided to try and walk 5 miles, and when I did so successfully, I figured I…
Erin Curlett 