Guest post by Codi Darnell How do you define motherhood? Mom is just a title until you give the role substance and meaning. Except we don’t spend our days analyzing what is required of us – we do what is required of us. Often there is an element of survival in our daily lives and…
Making the decision to start a family is one of life’s biggest milestones. It’s journey takes love, patience and even guts. But what about the decision to close the chapter of growing your family… making the transition to the season of solely raising and nurturing your children? How do you come to this milestone? And…
My phone pinged. Come to the beach tonight! Sunset + drum circle. I wish we could, I typed back. But we’re all exhausted. Another time! This small interaction was a real shift for me. You see, I am recovering from an affliction called Fear of Missing Out (FOMO). I’ve always been one to look over…
I was born with brown skin and at times that has rendered me the target of discrimination. But I wouldn’t trade it for the kind of privilege that absolves me of humanity. When I was born in Kenya in 1978, a madman lived next door. He was deranged, delusional and dangerous, and he called himself…
My husband and I graduated from UBC with four degrees and a mountain of student loan debt. Both in our thirties, we held off starting a family until our education translated into secure career prospects. Finally, our first baby was on the way, and the reality of raising a family in Vancouver hit us like…
Guest post by Louise Chapman I’ll never forget our first hello in the world of fostering. In July of 2015 we welcomed Mark* into our home. Just one hour earlier we had been playing at the park with our three kids when I received a phone call asking if we would be ready and willing…
There is something exquisitely painful about holding it together for the sake of my kids while I’m falling apart. I want to clutch my daughter to my chest and bury my face in her curls, inhaling her sweet baby scent so I can carry it with me. I want to stare deeply into my son’s…
This is Noah, he has autism. You respond “that must be so hard”. I want to cry and tell you how hard it truly is. I want to tell you how alone I feel sometimes. I want you to know we need more support and how tired I am. My deepest fear that I am…
VM Voices guest post by Brie Aho of Happy Go Mama I recently left for the day with my son in the stroller without his shoes. Another time I forgot to restock wipes in the diaper bag. As a mom with Generalized Anxiety Disorder, things that are commonplace when raising young kids can paralyze me…
