Category: Mamahood
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Waiting For My Missing Piece
The lizard was tiny and speckled brown, and it ran across the carpet of the new master bedroom as Jake and I played on the floor. Excited to show my toddler a creature he’d never met before, I pointed to it. “Look, Jakey! A little gecko!” With the speed and curiosity inherent to boys of his…
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You Can Do This
Friends, here’s the truth: Life has been HARD recently. Hard hard hard hard. Hard. Not necessarily tragic or traumatic or full of drama – just HARD. You ever have one of those seasons? When it just feels like you can’t catch your breath or catch a break? We are in the middle of one of…
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Naked and Ashamed
As I anticipate birthing my second son in just a few short months, I recall a vivid experience I had just a couple of weeks before going into labor with my first. It was otherworldly and practically unbelievable. Terrifying and hopeful. But that’s the God I believe in: wild and full of grace. My breath comes…
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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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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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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…
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Why I Post My Belly Bump Pics
My husband and I are expecting our first child at the end of September. The hope of a child is a precious, beautiful thing. Being pregnant? It’s strange. It’s humbling. It’s intensely surreal. People like to talk crap about mommy blogs, but I have to tell you I’m thankful there are so many out there…
Erin Curlett 