The bittersweet time of all the last “firsts” as a parent with growing babies… + first birthday letter to my son
Not even 12 hours after receiving my Ancestry DNA results, I HAD FOUND AND CONFIRMED that they were indeed my long-lost family members!
Upon entering the island skyscraper, I couldn’t help but feel like a tadpole in a koi pond…
When you live on an island for over a decade, there may come a time where a change-of-pace elsewhere can seem like a welcoming thought. That is at least what initially occurred to my husband and I when we most recently were departing the aloha state. …but let me tell you, not even 24 hours after touching down in that “elsewhere” place, and our heartstrings already felt the tug. The tug of being homesick. See, to us, home has never been the places in which we were raised as children. Rather, home was where we morphed out of teenage life and molded in to adults. It is where we both individually ventured to on our own and then made lives for ourselves. Also, it is where we eventually met each other, fell in love, and gave birth to our first child. Home, is Hawaii. For a while though, we fought that tugging feeling, as we just didn’t see permanently moving back to the islands being aligned in our stars. Career-related events led us to leaving, and then child-planning kept our minds looking elsewhere. We then tried …
My instincts were to “bear down”, almost as if I intuitively knew something wasn’t right…
When years of childhood leg pain went unanswered, genetic testing finally shed some light on this chronic health diagnosis.
I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.
Everyone loves a good birth story, for there is nothing more raw & primal than the journey to motherhood.
Everyone wants one, some find one relatively early in life, and some wait decades to achieve such a prize. But is there really a consensus of what a “soul mate” frankly is?
When I was preparing for my first birthing experience (over two years ago now), I packed way too much and brought too many unnecessary items in my hospital bag. . . now as I near my second child, I have comprised my ultimate (minimalist) list.