Nurshable

Letters to a Daughter

  • You Are Not Crying to Manipulate Me

    Dear Daughter, You are not crying to manipulate me. You are crying because you are hungry and I missed your quieter cues. You are asking to nurse because your little belly tells you that it is time and because a… Continue reading

  • Commitment

    Dear Daughter, Before your father I was married to another man. It did not work out. My ex husband and your father have taught me about commitment through what each one gave and could not give. Your father and I… Continue reading

  • Growing Up Broken

    Dear Kids, When I was five, just about a month before my sixth birthday, I broke. It was the Friday before Easter, and my grandmother Millie was visiting. We were sitting on the old wooden steps in front of my… Continue reading

  • Independent of Comparison

    Dear Daughter, I am probably going to write quite a bit to you about self acceptance and love. It is something that I struggle with, and something that I hope to be able to pass to you as a gift.… Continue reading

  • Rotten Day

    Dear Kids, Today was a rotten day. A terrible rotten day, actually. Not the type of “bad” day where you find out a loved one has cancer or that your dog died. But a lethargic unfun blah day. Eldest, you… Continue reading

  • The Guilt of Doing What We Feel is Right

    Dear Daughter, I have started to realize a theme in my writings to you. I write a lot about the guilt of overcoming what I am told by pop-culture parenting and “the old way”, and doing what I feel is… Continue reading

  • Routine Questions

    Dear Daughter, As a parent with a four month old I’m asked “routine questions” as a part of every pediatrician’s visit, every time someone strikes up a conversation about your cuteness, and when you cry a little more than usual.… Continue reading

  • When Do We Lose Our Comfort?

    Dear Daughter, You are at ease in your body. You mold yourself to mine in the comfort of the wrap where we both spend our days. When does the comfort end? Most women that I know struggle with their bodies,… Continue reading

  • Don’t Manipulate Me

    Dear Critters-Three, Apparently the three of you have been born evil super-geniuses that will manipulate me at every given opportunity. And apparently that manipulation starts off with a simple cry that coerces me into picking you up and holding you… Continue reading

  • One Part Magic, Ninety Nine Parts Choice

    Dear I, A, and K, One part of my love for you is magic. This is the deep emotional undercurrent that courses through me when I see your face,  when I tuck you in, when I see you again after… Continue reading