Born By One

Creating communities one family at a time

Born By One

Creating communities one family at a time

Born By One

Creating communities one family at a time

Born By One

Creating communities one family at a time

Born By One

Creating communities one family at a time

Born By One

Creating communities one family at a time

Born By One

Creating communities one family at a time

Born By One

Creating communities one family at a time

Born By One

Creating communities one family at a time

Born By One

Creating communities one family at a time

Born By One

Creating communities one family at a time

I'm not ready to play nice

 

 

Sundays are usually about my little family - just me, my husband and our 18-month-old son. Most of the time, we end up doing nothing, but we love each other’s company so much, it doesn’t matter. On this particular Sunday morning, I was running around the house, trying to get everyone showered, lotioned and dressed so we could meet friends for yum cha shortly after noon.

Loneliness in motherhood - A worthy opponent 

 

While most women my age are wishing and praying for the perfect partner, career or family, I’m praying for friends.

Not just the kind you only gossip with but REAL FRIENDS. The ones who take the time to call you and check how you’re doing. When they ask, “How are you?” you’re not afraid to give them an answer beyond “I’m good/fine”. The ones who take the time out of their week to visit you, just as you visit them.  The kind of friend you're not scared to bare your soul to, knowing that your secrets are safe with each other. Someone who believes in you when you stop believing in yourself and is your biggest cheerleader but isn’t afraid to call you out on your crap. Someone to laugh, cry, dance, drink and go through life’s ups and downs with, knowing that guys may come and go, but your friendship can ride these waves. A friend who loves my child as much as I love her child and would protect him or her as my own.