The bar for dads culturally is very low- much lower than for mothers. Essentially donāt beat your kids, pay some bills. But Marco flies so high above that bar, itās no longer visible. ā¤ļø Feliz dĆa dos pais Meu amor! We are so fortunate to have you.
Marco loves: Coffee, me, drums, fatherhood.
Marco hates: Sand, avocados, heat, birthdays.
But today is his, and I am gonna announce it. I love you Meu, thank you for being who you are ā¤ļø Thank you for spending this lifetime with me. Parabens!!
Chocolate breakfast pudding from cottage cheese. I did not like this š¬ But it did meet the criteria of sweet, full of protein, and Yolanda-approved. So, win-win. Maybe I should have added vanilla? #kidbreakfast
This season Iāll be upping my game in the kitchen. Who has more healthy, sweet breakfast ideas that can also stabilize blood sugar? Next up will be clafoutis, Dutch baby, quinoa porridgeā¦what am I missing? ā¤ļø volume on for sweet background mother/daughter conversation š„°
5 years ago, two weeks postpartum. Itās hard to describe how I felt in this photo. I donāt recall being able to claim one emotion over the other. But I was certainly not thriving in a way I expected, given my profession.
I had a client describe this feeling to me yesterday and I was able to tell her that being lost is actually a place, that the disorientation of early motherhood is part of process of a motherās own evolution. What shouldnāt be part of that process is disorientation due to a lack of basic principles in postpartum: nourishing, warm food, rest, hands-on healing, and female elders. I wish I had known how essential it was to adequately prepare myself, and my family for those fundamental needs. I walked around barefoot on cold floors, I left the house for follow-up appointments where I was offered birth control but no tendernesses, and I ate whatever was easiest. This is my first question for women clients whoāve birthed: How was your postpartum period?
āI am your parent/You are my child
āI am your quiet place/You are my wildā
Social media will never, ever be a space to accurately express the first five years of motherhood, or the complete story of a child evolving. So I wonāt even try. This picture says so much about her. She really is this wonderful š„¹ Sheās an innately kind, fun, inquisitive individual who cries at sad songs, asks deep questions about life and death, and knows sheās allowed to take up space in the world. I am so grateful she is my daughter.
