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I was kid free and headache free (miracle) for 3 days all whilst drinking champagne at daylight and all the gimlets at dusk. If you know my history with headaches and anxiety and more or less stress, then you know I’ve taken it in a landslide, for years. This weekend, nada. Not one worry, one headache, one tense pair of shoulders. Nothing. If you can see below this image of me, I’m pretty much a pile of happiness laying in the sand. Hey mama, this mother’s day, buy your mama something special. And then buy yourself a weekend with your friends. And then some.

LIFESTYLEMaile MisajonMay 2, 2019mothers day, motherhood, scarymommy, mother is a verb, friendship, girlsquadComment

WHEN FRIENDSHIPS CHANGE IN MOTHERHOOD / THE GOOD THE BAD AND THE SAD

I just got off the phone with a friend. The conversation was everything wise that it could be. Evident. And tangible. We talked marriage, love, the ending of the baby chapter in sight and how arduous we are when it comes to wanting something badly and how to execute it. This phone call was my favorite.

20 KIDS BETWEEN US AND THE BEAUTY OF KNOWING

This just in. Being real is the new black. Maybe it’s age that brings this wisdom. Maybe it’s experience. Maybe it’s both. But what it most certainly is for sure, is the truth. And whether it’s grainy or crystal clear, when it comes out, it feels like you’re born again. And for the record, that is not a joke. It’s the knowing. The real, beauty of knowing. And what that can do for your soul? Everything.

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