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August 26, 2023

Dear Diary,

I can hardly believe it – I’m going to be a mom! As I sit here with a hand resting on my growing belly, I’m filled with a mixture of excitement, wonder, and a touch of nervousness. These months ahead are going to be a journey of a lifetime, and I want to capture every emotion, every thought as I embark on this incredible chapter.

The anticipation of holding our little one in my arms is an indescribable feeling. Imagining those tiny fingers wrapping around my own, those innocent eyes looking up at me – it’s a dream that’s becoming a reality. The nursery is slowly taking shape, filled with pastel colors and soft blankets, waiting for our bundle of joy to arrive. I can already feel the warmth and love that will fill our home.

There’s something magical about the way my body is changing, how every kick and flutter reminds me that there’s a life growing within me. I find myself talking to our baby, sharing my hopes, dreams, and all the things I can’t wait to teach them. I’m excited about the late-night cuddles, the first smiles, and the countless memories we’ll create together as a family.

But amidst all the excitement, there are also moments of concern that creep in.

It’s only natural, I suppose, to worry about the unknown. Will I be a good mom? Will I know what to do when our baby cries? How will I navigate the sleepless nights and the endless diaper changes? These questions dance around in my mind, a reminder that parenthood is both beautiful and challenging.

Amid these moments of uncertainty, I remind myself that I’m doing the best I can with the resources I have. Every parent faces moments of doubt, but the key is to approach each challenge with a positive mindset. I’m learning, growing, and adapting, and that’s what matters most.

I’ve been reading books and articles about pregnancy and parenting, trying to absorb as much information as I can. I’ve learned about the importance of prenatal care, nutrition, and even the significance of playing classical music to help with brain development. It’s fascinating how every little thing I do can have an impact on our baby’s well-being.

As I browse through baby stores, I’m amazed at the range of products available – from strollers to cribs to baby monitors that seem straight out of a sci-fi movie. It’s exciting to think about all the tools and resources we’ll have at our disposal to ensure our baby’s safety and comfort. But at the same time, I can’t help but wonder if I’ll be overwhelmed by the choices, if I’ll make the right decisions for our little one.

One of my biggest concerns is striking the right balance between my career and motherhood. I love my job, and I’m proud of the progress I’ve made in my career so far. But with the baby on the way, I’m beginning to realize that my priorities are shifting. I want to be present for every milestone, every moment, and it’s a bit daunting to think about how I’ll manage it all.

I’ve been talking to my partner about our hopes and fears, and it’s comforting to know that we’re in this together. We’re excited about the prospect of being parents, of sharing the responsibilities and joys that come with raising a child. We’re already discussing baby names and making plans for the nursery, and it’s wonderful to have someone to share these experiences with.

So, dear diary, as I continue on this journey, I want to embrace every emotion – the excitement, the wonder, and even the worries. I want to look back on these moments and remember the anticipation, the preparations, and the incredible sense of love that’s already growing within me. This is just the beginning, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for our growing family.

Until next time,

Emily

August 30, 2023

Dear Diary,

Guess what? Life keeps throwing these incredible curveballs my way, and I’m here to spill all the details. It’s been just four whirlwind days since we last had our heart-to-heart, and let me tell you, this journey into motherhood is turning into the most awe-inspiring adventure I could’ve imagined.

So picture me, sitting cross-legged on the couch, belly like a precious cargo, diving into the sea of pregnancy information online. I’ve got articles, books, and forums open on my laptop – it’s like a crash course in all things baby. But amidst the sea of advice, there was one little tidbit that grabbed my attention and shook me to my core.

Hold onto your hat, because get this – the flavors of the foods I’m digging into right now influence our baby’s taste preferences in the future. Mind. Blown. 

It’s like I’m laying the foundation for our little one’s culinary journey before they even arrive on the scene. Can you believe that? That my current cravings for avocado toast or my occasional indulgence in spinach salad could be laying the groundwork for our baby’s future food choices?

Let’s be real, diary – I’ve never been a health nut. I mean, I’ve had my fair share of pizza nights and cookie binges. But now? Now it feels like I’ve been handed this secret map to the healthiest, tastiest treasure trove. You see, as I read about how the foods I’m savoring might shape our baby’s palate, a lightbulb went off in my head.

If our baby is getting a taste of what I’m eating now, maybe – just maybe – this could make introducing healthier foods down the road a tad bit easier. Imagine that – fewer battles over broccoli and less wrestling with salmon? It’s like I’m planting the seeds for a future where our family meals are brimming with vibrant veggies and wholesome goodness. Does that also mean if I constantly indulge in french fries that my little will crave those more than sweet potatoes? BLAGH!

As I sat there, digesting this newfound revelation, I couldn’t help but reflect on my own eating habits. Could it be that by embracing more fruits, veggies, and other good stuff now, I’m setting the stage for our baby to develop a liking for these foods later on? It’s like a pact with the future, a promise to make mealtime a bit smoother when our little one starts exploring solids.

And let’s not forget the magic word – role modeling. As I dig into those colorful salads and experiment with new, nourishing recipes, I’m not just fueling my body; I’m showing our baby what a healthy relationship with food looks like. It’s like I’m offering them a sneak peek into a world where eating well is joyful, not a chore.

Sure, it’s not about perfection – I’ll still have my cravings and occasional indulgences. But now, there’s a purpose behind my plate. It’s not just about what tastes good to me in the moment; it’s about paving the way for a future where our baby discovers the joys of wholesome eating. And that, my dearest diary, is a mission I’m excited to embrace.

As the days roll by, I find myself scanning recipes with a newfound enthusiasm, seeking out colorful creations that pack a nutritional punch. It’s like I’m on a quest to curate a menu that our baby might one day call their favorites. And who knows, maybe those early tastes of sweet potatoes or kale will lay the groundwork for a lifelong love affair with nourishing foods.

So, dear diary, here’s to the incredible journey of flavors and healthful choices. Each meal feels like an opportunity – an opportunity to shape not just our baby’s palate, but their relationship with food as well. As I take one bite at a time, I’m reminded that this journey isn’t just about me anymore. It’s about us – a family in the making, learning and growing together through every delicious, nutritious bite.

Until we chat again,

Emily

September 6, 2023

Dear Diary,

What a day it’s been. I’m writing this with a mixture of exhaustion and a longing for calm that seems just out of reach. The hustle and bustle of work hit me like a ton of bricks today, and my mind feels like it’s been on overdrive since dawn. I found myself in a flurry of meetings, emails, and deadlines, and all the while, a nagging worry kept tugging at the back of my mind – the impact of stress on our baby.

As if pregnancy wasn’t enough to juggle, right? Stress, that silent and sneaky guest, decided to make its grand entrance just when I least expected it. It’s like a shadow that follows me around, reminding me of the stakes and the tiny life that’s depending on me. With every high-pressure moment at work, I can’t help but wonder: Am I inadvertently passing on my stress to our baby?

I’ve heard about the effects of stress on pregnancy – the potential link to preterm labor, developmental concerns, and the overall well-being of the baby. It’s like there’s a magnifying glass on every emotion I feel, amplifying the worries that come with the territory. And on days like today, when the to-do list seems endless and time is racing against me, those concerns can feel overwhelming.

During a quick break, I found myself scrolling through my phone, seeking a moment of solace amidst the chaos. That’s when I stumbled upon a post shared by Dr. Molano, and it was like a lifeline cast out to me. She spoke about a simple breathing technique that could help alleviate stress – a technique that didn’t require a meditation cushion or an hour of my time.

It was as easy as slowing down my breath and placing my focus on my heart. Just a minute of tuning into my breath and connecting with my heartbeat – a simple exercise that felt like a warm embrace in the midst of a storm. I decided to give it a shot, closing my eyes and taking a deep inhale, letting my breath fill my chest and then exhaling slowly. With each breath, I imagined a sense of calm washing over me, like a gentle wave that carried away my worries.

And you know what, diary? It worked. Within moments, I felt a shift. The racing thoughts began to settle, and that relentless tightness in my chest started to loosen its grip. It was like I’d stumbled upon a hidden oasis within myself – a sanctuary of stillness amidst the chaos. With every inhale and exhale, I felt a little more grounded, a little more in control.

That brief respite reminded me that I have the power to steer the course, even when life seems to have its own plans. It’s like I’ve been given a tool to navigate the stress, to create moments of calm that not only benefit me but also extend to our baby. It’s a gift, really – a reminder that taking care of myself is intertwined with taking care of our growing family.

As I write this, I’m reminded that even on the most challenging days, there are pockets of serenity waiting to be discovered. And as I rub my belly, I know that our baby can feel my touch, my intentions, and maybe even the traces of that newfound calm. It’s a reminder that amidst the hustle, there’s always a way to pause, to breathe, and to choose the kind of energy I want to share with our baby.

Until next time, I’ll hold on to that soothing breath, knowing that it’s a lifeline I can call upon whenever the storm of stress rages. And who knows, maybe I’ll find more moments of tranquility hidden within the chaos.

Take care,

Emily

Emily’s journey serves as a reminder that we’re never alone in our experiences. She’s a beacon of honesty and vulnerability, sharing her insights with the hope that they resonate with you.

September 12, 2023

Dear Diary,

Today was a different kind of challenge. Mark and I had a disagreement – one of those moments where you feel like you’re on completely different wavelengths. I guess it’s bound to happen, but it still caught me off guard. Pregnancy hormones certainly don’t help matters, that’s for sure.

It all started with something so simple – deciding on the color for the nursery. You’d think choosing a shade of paint wouldn’t be such a big deal, but here we were, at odds over whether it should be a soft blue or a warm beige. I found myself getting more frustrated than I’d like to admit, and I could sense Mark’s annoyance growing too.

I guess it wasn’t really about the color itself. It was more about how it felt like we weren’t really listening to each other. It was as if our differing opinions had triggered something deeper – a fear of not being on the same page as we venture into this new chapter of parenthood.

We took a break, both of us needing some space to cool off. And in those moments of solitude, I found myself reflecting on something one of my therapists shared with me – the importance of finding alignment within ourselves before attempting to connect with others. It’s a concept that had never really clicked until now.

As I took a few deep breaths and centered myself, I realized that I was carrying more than just the nursery color argument with me. I was carrying the weight of my own worries, fears, and insecurities. The nursery was just the trigger, but the emotions behind it ran much deeper.

When Mark and I finally sat down to talk, we approached it differently this time. Instead of diving into the discussion with our conflicting views, we each took a moment to share what was going on within us. I told him about my worries about becoming parents, about wanting everything to be perfect for our little one. And he shared his own concerns and fears too.

It was eye-opening, really. Because as we laid our feelings bare, we realized that we were more in sync than we thought. We both wanted the best for our baby, and our disagreements were stemming from a place of love and concern. It was like a fog had lifted, revealing the heart of the matter beneath the surface.

That’s when it hit me – finding alignment within ourselves before engaging in a discussion with someone else is like creating a solid foundation. It’s about acknowledging our own feelings and fears, addressing them, and then coming together with a clearer perspective. It’s not about suppressing our opinions or pretending we don’t have disagreements. It’s about approaching those disagreements with understanding and compassion.

As Mark and I continued our conversation, we found ourselves working towards a compromise that felt right for both of us. It wasn’t about one person winning and the other losing. It was about finding a middle ground that honored our individual perspectives and our shared journey.

I write this with a sense of gratitude – grateful for the opportunity to learn and grow together, even when things don’t go as smoothly as we’d like. I’m grateful for the therapists who have shared their wisdom with me, helping me see things from a new angle.

As I close this entry, I’m reminded that disagreements are a natural part of any relationship. But it’s how we approach and navigate them that truly matters. And in those moments of discord, there’s always the potential for deeper connection and understanding, if we’re willing to listen and find alignment within ourselves first.

Until next time, diary, I’ll carry this lesson with me – a reminder that every challenge holds the possibility of growth.

With love,

Emily

Emily’s journey is a testament to the power of understanding, compassion, and growth within relationships. It’s a reminder that challenges, even disagreements, can lead to deeper connections if we approach them with an open heart.

September 16, 2023

Dear Diary,

I had the most heartwarming lunch today with my friend Sara. It’s been a while since I’ve had the chance to catch up with someone who truly gets the rollercoaster of emotions that pregnancy and parenthood can be. Sara’s been a guiding light for me, reminding me that I’m not alone on this incredible journey.

As we sat in a cozy cafe, Sara opened up about the rough patch she’s been going through with her ten-month-old baby. Her face was a mix of exhaustion and frustration as she recounted the sleepless nights she’d been facing. It sounded truly miserable, and my heart went out to her.

Listening to her, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of worry creep in. What if I end up in the same situation when my baby arrives? The thought of sleepless nights was daunting, and I couldn’t help but wonder how I’d cope.

Sara shared how she’d been at a loss, feeling like her baby had taken a step back in sleep patterns. She described the endless wake-ups, the soothing attempts that seemed to fall flat, and the overall sense of helplessness. I could practically feel her exhaustion through her words.

But then, in the midst of her struggles, she stumbled upon something that turned things around for her. 

Sara had been exploring tips and resources from LumiTot, and she came across the concept that babies often experience sleep regression when they’re about to learn new skills. It was like a lightbulb moment for her – suddenly, the pieces started to come together.

As she shared what she’d learned, her eyes lit up with a newfound understanding. She realized that her baby wasn’t regressing, but rather going through a period of growth. Those sleepless nights were actually a sign that her little one’s brain was busy practicing and mastering new abilities.

I couldn’t help but be amazed by the way this newfound knowledge had transformed Sara’s perspective. She told me how she had shifted her mindset from frustration to acceptance. Instead of dreading the night awakenings, she started to see them as signs of progress and development. It was a complete game changer for her.

Listening to Sara, I realized the incredible power of understanding and knowledge. How having insights into what’s happening can completely transform how you perceive and navigate challenges. The worries that had been creeping into my mind earlier began to fade as I saw firsthand the difference that a change in mindset can make.

Sara’s story was a reminder that we’re all learning, growing, and adapting in this journey. And having the right information at our fingertips can be a lifeline as well as what to do with it! I left our lunch with a sense of hope and a newfound determination to approach challenges with an open heart and a willingness to learn.

So, dear diary, today was a reminder of the importance of shifting our perspective when we’re armed with the knowledge and understanding to do so. It’s a lesson I’ll carry with me as I continue on this remarkable journey, knowing that even amidst the uncertainties, there’s always room for growth, connection, and transformation.

With gratitude and anticipation,

Emily

Emily’s story highlights the importance of embracing challenges with an open heart and a willingness to learn. With the right insights, every difficulty can become an opportunity for growth, connection, and transformation.

As you continue on your own parenting journey, remember that you’re never alone. LumiTot is here to support you every step of the way, offering valuable resources, insights, and guidance that can make a real difference.

October 1, 2023

Dear Diary,

Ever felt like life’s playing a sneaky game of hide-and-seek with your well-being? That’s exactly where I am – caught in a whirlwind of uncertainty, my sense of health in shambles. If only I could trade these constant headaches and relentless fatigue for a magic decoder ring, revealing the secrets my body seems intent on keeping.

Normally, I’m all about embracing positivity, but these past weeks have put my optimism to the test. Doctors and tests have become my reluctant companions, and yet, the answers remain frustratingly elusive. There’s a prevailing feeling of being left in the dark, and it’s casting a shadow on my spirits – not ideal for someone awaiting the arrival of a little one.

In the midst of this perplexing health puzzle, something caught my eye – a post on LumiTot’s social media about toxins. It jolted my memory about the water damage saga our home endured some time ago. Could it be that lurking mold is weaving this web of physical and emotional turmoil?

And of course I went down the rabbit hole and started doing all sorts of research– little did I know that mold extends beyond physical discomfort; it infiltrates our emotional realm!! WHAT?!! This revelation struck a chord within me. The notion that our surroundings can mess with our emotions was a revelation that echoed deeply. Who knew that hidden intruders could cause so much havoc on our health?

As I delved further, a thought bubbled up like a fizzing spark – wouldn’t it be marvelous if we had easy access to such insights without having to constantly wear these detective hats? Why must unraveling life’s mysteries demand such a taxing investment of time and effort? It’s incredibly frustrating! More so that we don’t even know about these things half the time! The idea of having a treasure trove of wisdom at our fingertips, untangling complexities with a click, felt like a beacon in the fog.

The journey of raising a child and understanding where I stand in all this is a labyrinth of questions, a rollercoaster ride of learning. Yet, as parents, we’re often navigating with fragmented maps. It’s tough to look at grand tapestry with so many missing threads.

As I gather the fragments of insight from LumiTot, I’m reminded that even though life loves to sprinkle its mysteries liberally, we are not alone in all this. Could it be that in this journey of understanding, that there truly could be someone I can turn to that is ready to illuminate the path ahead?

Yours in curiosity and discovery,

Emily

Emily’s story is a reminder that knowledge is a lantern in the dark, guiding us through life’s intricate twists. But knowledge alone isn’t enough if you do not know what to do with it! 

October 6, 2023

Dear Diary,

Today felt like stumbling upon a hidden treasure of ideas – a bit like stepping into a world of boundless possibilities. Something called “narrative parenting” crossed my path, and it ignited a mix of excitement and uncertainty within me. The concept is surprisingly simple: talking to our little one about everything we do, see, and experience throughout the day. It sounds fascinating, right? But as I delved into it, I realized it’s like venturing into unfamiliar terrain. I don’t know if I quite understand…

Picture this – me describing my actions as if I’m weaving a story: “See, little one, I’m pouring tea, and the steam curls like a gentle wisp of cloud.” Hmmm… interesting! Essentially, it’s about providing a continuous commentary on the moments that make up life, with the intention of nurturing our baby’s language development among other things. Yet, I must confess, it feels a little strange. I mean, who narrates their own life like that?

Then, I realized, perhaps it’s not solely about the words; it’s about forging connections. I’m sitting here thinking I will have to wait until my baby is born to try this out, but then it dawned on me that our baby can already hear my voice, even from within my belly. They’re acquainted with the rhythm of my speech, the melody of my expressions. They’re familiar with me even before our official meeting. That is pretty magical! 

As I pondered this, I recognized the potential hidden within this seemingly peculiar practice. It’s not just about me talking to myself; it’s about sharing moments, establishing bonds, and allowing our baby to take the reins of communication in their own extraordinary way. It’s like crafting a secret language only we two understand.

And yet, a shadow of doubt crept in! Ugh! That seems to happen a lot! Doubts and fears! Could I uphold this consistently? Would I remember to narrate even when it feels a bit unconventional? It’s like learning another language! EEEK!  But then, the thought of being part of our baby’s journey, right from the start, stirred a delightful flutter in my heart.

Maybe I can start by describing how my fingers dance across the keyboard or how the sun paints enchanting patterns on the wall. How refreshing water tastes when it touches my lips on a hot day and how soothing it feels. I could try something much more simple, like how one leg goes into my bright red pants first and then other. Like infusing a sprinkle of magic into the ordinary, weaving each fleeting instant into the fabric of our shared existence.

Here’s to embracing the whimsical and the unknown, to creating stories that are uniquely ours. Here’s to the soft echoes of affection that our baby will hear, even before they step into our world. And here’s to embarking on the journey of narrating the chapters of our lives, painting them with words and the promise of our intertwined voyage.

Till we meet again,

Emily

Embark on the journey of narrative parenting with Emily and unlock the magic of connection and communication. Discover how this simple yet profound practice can foster deeper bonds and lay the foundation for your baby’s language development.

October 11.2023

Dear Diary,

Sometimes, I find myself lost in a sea of thoughts, each wave carrying with it a mix of excitement and uncertainty. Today was one of those days when a simple conversation left me questioning everything I thought I knew about parenthood. As I sit here, pen in hand, I’m not sure if I’m more confused or determined to unravel the mysteries that lie ahead.

It all started innocently enough – a lunch break with a few coworkers, each one a seasoned parent with tales of sleepless nights, tantrums, and the chaos that seems to accompany raising kids. They laughed and shared anecdotes, and while their stories were amusing, a gnawing feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. Is parenting really as daunting as they make it sound?

I’ve always imagined becoming a mother as this beautiful, life-altering experience. And don’t get me wrong – I’m beyond excited to meet my little one and embark on this incredible journey. But as I listened to their tales, I couldn’t help but wonder if my world was about to be turned upside down in a way I never anticipated.

The thought of giving up my life as I know it – impromptu coffee dates with friends, lazy weekends, even solo travel – it’s a lot to process. Will every moment be consumed by diapers, feedings, and the seemingly never-ending responsibilities of parenthood? I want to be the best mom I can be, but I also want to retain a sense of self and the things that bring me joy.

But here’s the thing that tugs at my heart – the guilt that accompanies these thoughts. It feels almost selfish to even entertain the idea of wanting time for myself or craving the occasional getaway. After all, I’ve longed for this role and the joy of nurturing a little one. Shouldn’t that be enough?

And then there are those gurus – the ones who proclaim that we have the power to rewrite our stories, to reshape our experiences. It’s an empowering concept, one that resonates deep within me. But it’s also a concept that’s hard to fully grasp. How do I shift my perspective when I’m bombarded with stories of exhaustion and overwhelm? Is it really possible to be a parent and still nurture my own dreams and desires?

As I sit here, I’m struck by a longing – a yearning for someone who can guide me through this maze of emotions and uncertainty. Someone who can help me find that delicate balance between being a devoted parent and still being true to myself. I want to learn how to weave my passions and aspirations into this new chapter of motherhood, to create a life that’s both fulfilling for me and enriching for my little one.

Till next time,

Emily

Emily’s journey is a testament to the power of embracing change while staying true to yourself. At LumiTot, we recognize that your path as a parent is an evolution, and we’re here to provide you with guidance and support every step of the way.

October 11, 2023 (checking date)

Dear Diary,

Life is a curious journey, isn’t it? Just when you think you have it all figured out, a new chapter begins, and suddenly, you’re faced with questions and choices you never imagined. Lately, Mark and I have found ourselves pondering a topic that seems to have become the centerpiece of our conversations – parenting styles.

It’s fascinating how different our upbringings were. Mark’s parents were strict, valuing discipline and structure above all else. Mine, on the other hand, embraced a more relaxed approach, placing an emphasis on nurturing individuality. While we both have fond memories of our childhoods, there are aspects we’d rather not carry forward.

It’s not that we’re trying to completely reinvent the wheel. After all, our parents did a lot right, and we appreciate the values they instilled in us. But as we embark on this journey ourselves, we find ourselves questioning certain practices, wondering if there’s a way to navigate parenthood without replicating the mistakes or behaviors that left an impact on us.

We’ve noticed something curious too – that all-too-common phenomenon where parents end up doing exactly the thing they swore they wouldn’t. We’ve laughed about it, half-jokingly, half-seriously. But beneath the humor lies a genuine concern – how do we break the cycle? How do we avoid the pitfalls we so adamantly identify, and chart a course that aligns with the parents we aspire to be?

It’s easier said than done. The intentions are noble, and the promises are heartfelt, yet somehow, those familiar patterns find their way back into our lives. It’s as if they’re ingrained in our DNA, waiting for the right moment to resurface.

So, the question lingers – how do we truly walk the path we desire? How do we prevent ourselves from mirroring behaviors that we recognize as counterproductive or limiting? It’s not that we’re expecting a flawless journey, but surely, there must be a way to navigate this terrain with intention and awareness.

As I sit here, contemplating these thoughts, I can’t help but feel a mix of determination and curiosity. Can we find a way to honor the teachings of our parents while also forging our own path? Can we learn from their experiences, not just the positives, but also the areas where growth was needed?

It’s a puzzle, one that requires patience and understanding. I find solace in knowing that we’re not alone – that countless parents before us have faced similar questions and navigated their way through.

Till next time,

Emily

Emily’s reflection offers a powerful insight into the delicate art of parenting – the balance between embracing the wisdom passed down from our own parents and charting a course that resonates with our own aspirations and values.

October 16, 2023

Dear Diary,

Today was a challenging day, and I find myself writing to you in search of clarity. It’s as if a cloud of confusion has settled over Mark and I, and I’m struggling to understand where things went wrong.

You see, I’ve immersed myself in the world of baby books and parenting advice. I’ve been soaking up information like a sponge, trying to prepare for the journey ahead. And yes, maybe I’ve been a little eager to share my newfound knowledge with Mark. I mean, isn’t that what partners do? Share, learn, and grow together?

But here’s the strange part – every time I try to offer a tidbit of information, a suggestion, or even just a helpful reminder, Mark seems annoyed. It’s like I’m stepping on his toes, intruding on his territory. And I can’t for the life of me understand why.

Is it because he feels like I’m belittling his abilities as a soon-to-be dad? Is he taking my eagerness to teach as a sign that I don’t trust him to be a good father? But that’s not it. I know Mark will be an amazing dad – he’s kind, patient, and caring. He’s always been there for me, and I have no doubt he’ll be there for our little one.

So, what is it then? What’s causing this tension, this strange irritation between us? I thought I was just trying to help, to make sure we’re on the same page once our baby arrives. I thought I was preparing us both for the journey ahead, smoothing out any potential bumps before they even arise. Clearly he doesn’t appreciate what I am doing. And do I have to do it all? Come on!

Ugh! Maybe I’ve been too forceful, too eager to share my newfound wisdom. Maybe Mark feels like I’m treating him like a student rather than a partner. I’ve heard that communication is key in relationships, and maybe I’ve forgotten that it goes both ways – listening is just as important as speaking.

I want to bridge this gap, to understand what’s really bothering him. I want us to be a united front when our little one arrives, not tangled in a web of misunderstandings and frustration. I want Mark to know that I value his opinions, his insights, and his role in this journey.

But I also want to be heard. I want my efforts to be appreciated, my intention understood.

As I close this journal entry, I’m left with a swirl of emotions – frustration, confusion, and a deep desire to make things right. Perhaps the first step is to have an open and honest conversation with Mark, to understand his perspective and share mine.

Tomorrow is a new day, a fresh opportunity to navigate this challenge and come out stronger on the other side. Until then, I’ll keep searching for the answers and hoping for the clarity that seems to elude me.

Till Next Time, 

Emily

Emily’s journey sheds light on the nuances of communication and partnership during the transformative phase of parenthood. As she grapples with the complexities of teaching, learning, and understanding, she reminds us that even the best intentions can sometimes lead to unexpected obstacles.

October 16, 2023

Hey There You! 

Today has been on my mind a puzzle I can’t quite solve. Emily and I had a disagreement, and it’s left me feeling more than just frustrated – it’s left me feeling a mixture of incompetence and uncertainty.

Before I go on, let me make one thing clear – I want to be an involved dad. Scratch that, I want to be a super involved dad. I want to be there for all the diaper changes, the late-night feedings, the first steps, and all the countless moments that make up our little one’s journey.

But here’s the catch – every time I try to pitch in, to do something my way, it’s as if Emily’s shadow looms over me. She’s read all the books, done all the research, and she has this air of authority that I can’t seem to shake off.

It’s not that I don’t appreciate her knowledge or that I want to disregard what she’s learned. But there’s something about the way she corrects me, the way she makes it seem like there’s only one right way to do things, that gets under my skin.

And I get it – Emily is excited, and she’s just trying to share what she’s learned. But sometimes, it feels like her way or no way. And it’s making me doubt myself as a future dad.

Emily’s intentions are pure, I know that. She wants what’s best for our baby, and I respect that. But I also want to find my own way of doing things, to put my own spin on this whole parenting thing.

It’s a tough spot to be in. On one hand, I want to be supportive, to be a team with Emily as we navigate this new chapter. But on the other hand, I don’t want to feel like I’m just a supporting character in her story.

I want to find the balance, to communicate with Emily in a way that lets her know I want to be involved, that I’m eager to learn and grow as a parent alongside her.

Tomorrow is a new day, and while I wish I could simply shake off this frustration, I feel myself retreating instead. I’ll just call it a day, probably go to a bar and watch a game so I can forget about all this. I don’t think I can just sit around.

Mark

Mark’s introspective journey highlights the struggle of wanting to be an involved parent while also navigating the challenges of finding one’s own identity in the journey. Parenthood is a collaborative effort, and finding ways to communicate and understand each other’s perspectives is vital in creating a harmonious and supportive environment for the growing family.

October 22, 2023

Dear Diary,

OH MY BACK HAS BEEN HURTING! OUCH! I had to get up from my desk and I couldn’t sit there anymore! So what did I do? I found myself taking a simple walk around the outside of my office building. It sounds so basic, right? Just a few minutes of movement, a brief escape from my desk, but oh my, the impact it had on my mood was unexpectedly profound.

Movement – something that seems so simple, yet in the hustle and bustle of life, it’s often pushed to the back burner. We’re constantly on the move, yes, but not in the way that truly benefits us. Sitting in cars, parked behind desks – this is our life now!

As I walked, I couldn’t help but wonder why such a seemingly easy task feels so hard to accomplish. The benefits of movement are well-known – improved mood, increased energy, reduced stress – the list goes on. But still, there’s an invisible barrier that makes even a short stroll feel like a big task. I seriously was NOT going to get up and walk outside my office!! Until the little lightbulb flashed!

Now why don’t I move a little more? Life gets in the way, I suppose. The never-ending to-do lists, the responsibilities, the endless meetings – it’s as if the concept of movement is confined to our scheduled exercise time. But what about those moments when we need a quick boost, a little break to recalibrate our minds? Why does it feel so difficult to prioritize those moments?

Today, though, I decided to break free from that cycle. It wasn’t a grand expedition; just a short walk around the block. But let me tell you – the fresh air, the change of scenery, the simple act of moving my body – it worked wonders on my mood. It was like a brief escape, a respite from the demands of the day.

And here’s a little tidbit that motivated me – I recently stumbled upon an article about the benefits of exercise during pregnancy. Apparently, exercise can have a positive impact on the development of the fetal brain. Isn’t that incredible? The thought that something as simple as moving my body could potentially benefit my growing baby’s brain development filled me with awe.

It’s strange how knowledge can sometimes be the catalyst we need. With this newfound insight, I felt an extra nudge to prioritize movement, not just for myself, but for the little one growing within me.

As I write this, I can’t help but think about how many times I’ve heard the phrase “you have to take care of yourself before you can take care of others.” And it’s true – I need to remember that prioritizing my own well-being is not just about me. It’s about creating a healthy foundation for my baby, both physically and emotionally.

So, here’s to more walks, more breaks, and more movement. May these simple moments of self-care ripple through my life and shape the life I’m nurturing within me.

Till next time,

Emily

Remember, sometimes the simplest acts of self-care can have a profound impact on your well-being and the well-being of your growing child. Prioritizing movement isn’t just about physical health; it’s a way to infuse positivity, energy, and a sense of connection into your journey of parenthood.

October 27, 2023

Dear Diary,

With each passing day, the reality of becoming parents is sinking in even deeper. Mark and I are now six months into this incredible journey of pregnancy, and there’s a mix of excitement and a hint of apprehension that lingers in the air. It’s like standing at the threshold of a new world – one filled with joy, challenges, and the unknown.

We’ve been spending more time with friends who have already taken the plunge into parenthood, and I have to admit, it’s been enlightening and overwhelming in equal measure. Watching them interact with their children has brought smiles to our faces, but it’s also made me acutely aware of the complexities that lie ahead.

The truth is, while I embrace the idea that parenting is not a one-size-fits-all journey, I can’t shake off the sense of daunting uncertainty that comes with it. There’s a yearning in my heart for guidance – a guiding light that can help us navigate the twists and turns with a little more confidence and a little less guesswork.

It’s not that I’m looking for a rulebook, but rather a compass that can point us in the right direction when we’re faced with those inevitable moments of doubt. I want to learn from those who have been down this path before – to glean insights from their experiences, their mistakes, and their triumphs.

I find myself pondering questions that I never thought I’d ask. How will we handle those sleepless nights when our baby refuses to settle? How do we strike a balance between nurturing our child’s independence and keeping them safe? How can we instill values and lessons that will shape them into kind and resilient individuals?

Mark and I have always been a team, and I know we’re capable of facing any challenge together. But there’s a part of me that wishes we had a bit more of a roadmap – a guide that can help us navigate the uncharted waters of parenthood with a little more confidence.

In my search for guidance, I’m reminded of the old saying that it takes a village to raise a child. Perhaps it’s time for us to reach out, to connect with other parents who have walked this path, and to learn from experts who can provide insights grounded in research and experience.

I’m beginning to realize that seeking guidance doesn’t diminish our abilities as parents; in fact, it empowers us. It’s an act of self-awareness, acknowledging that while we might not have all the answers, we’re committed to doing our best for our child. It’s about finding that delicate balance between trusting our instincts and drawing from the collective wisdom of those who have gone before us.

As we continue on this journey, I’m hopeful that we’ll find the guidance and support we’re looking for. Because while we may be venturing into the unknown, there’s a community of parents, mentors, and experts who can light the way and help us build the confidence we need to embrace the challenges of parenthood.

Until next time,

Emily

November 5, 2023

Dear Diary,

Tonight was, well, something I can’t quite put into words. A rollercoaster of irritation, frustration, and, dare I say, disappointment. We joined Claudia and Samuel for dinner, thinking we’d share pleasant conversation and bond over our shared anticipation of parenthood. Little did I know, we were in for a crash course on what not to do.

Their kids – a two-year-old and a five-year-old – were glued to their iPads for the entire evening. I couldn’t help but exchange incredulous glances with Mark as the kiddos ignored their surroundings, engrossed in their digital realms. Sounds of loud cartoons blended with our adult conversations, created a surreal and incredibly uncomfortable atmosphere. We would have been better staying home!!!

And there we sat, Mark and I, trying to engage in meaningful discussion while our hosts’ children screamed, giggled, and swiped away with reckless abandon. I could feel my annoyance growing with every passing minute. What happened to real conversations? To eye contact and genuine connections? Were Claudia and Samuel so lost in their digital haze that they couldn’t see the chaos around them?

Perhaps I was being harsh, but the situation hit a nerve. It felt like an embodiment of my fears – a vision of the family I desperately hoped to avoid becoming. Yet, here we were, witnessing firsthand the consequences of allowing screens to dominate family interactions.

As we left their home, my anger simmered, replaced by a disheartening realization. Claudia and Samuel weren’t ignorant; they were trapped in a cycle they likely yearned to break. The glances they exchanged as their children yelled over each other spoke volumes. They were struggling too, feeling the weight of guilt, embarrassment, and the nagging sensation that they were failing as parents.

Still, as much as I understood their plight, I couldn’t shake the frustration. Why were they choosing screens over genuine connections? Couldn’t they see that these precious moments were slipping away, replaced by the cold glow of technology? But perhaps I was missing the point. Maybe they didn’t see a choice at all; they were doing what they felt necessary to keep the peace.

Driving home, the tension between Mark and me was palpable. We both felt the weight of the evening, the unease of witnessing a scenario we vowed to avoid. Yet, as much as I wanted to blame Claudia and Samuel, a sense of empathy tugged at my heart. They were navigating their own challenges, just as we would be soon enough.

With every frustration comes an opportunity to learn and grow. As we approach parenthood, I’m beginning to understand that it’s not about judging others but about embracing our own journey. And while the pull of screens is a real concern, I’m determined to find our balance – to cherish the moments that technology can’t replicate.

With conflicted emotions and a longing for understanding,

Emily

November 8, 2023

Dear Diary,

Where do I even begin? Recently I had dinner with Emily and Mark and it felt like an avalanche of emotions – a stark reminder of how much I’ve lost control of this ship called parenthood.  I can’t believe I am still ruminating about this. To the outside world, I’m sure our family seems happy and lively, but behind the facade, my heart feels heavy, my nerves are shot, and the days seem like an endless loop of battles.

Our dinner together unveiled a truth I’ve been trying to hide – the chaotic reality of my family life. It’s a reality where my two adorable kids, full of energy and curiosity, have also become my greatest source of anxiety and frustration. Every attempt at discipline, every effort to instill structure, feels like a never-ending power struggle.This is why we never go out to dinner with friends anymore! Well, we don’t go many places for that matter! 

The dinner unfolded against the backdrop of their constant chatter and relentless squabbles. The bickering, the screaming, the disregard for rules – it was all there, amplified for everyone to see. I could feel the weight of their behavior, the unease of wondering what Emily and Mark must think of me as a parent.

As Emily’s eyes met mine during those moments of chaos, I caught a glimpse of understanding, a flicker of empathy. But it only heightened the knot in my stomach, the knot that grows larger with each day that slips away without progress.

For a while now, I’ve watched Sam be the “fun” parent – the one who can make them laugh and enjoy carefree moments. And it stings, Diary, it really does. It stings because I feel like the “bad” parent, the one who has to enforce rules and set boundaries. I know they resent me for it, and honestly, sometimes I resent myself for it too.

The screens, Diary – they’re a double-edged sword. It’s true that they provide a temporary reprieve, a rare moment of silence in a household that’s constantly buzzing. But they’ve also become a crutch, a desperate attempt to grasp at fleeting moments of peace. When the chaos becomes too much to bear, screens offer a semblance of control – even if it’s an illusion.

And here’s the truth, Diary, the one that gnaws at me every day – I don’t want to be the parent who relies on screens to pacify her kids. I want more for them, more for us as a family. I want dinners where conversations flow naturally, where connections deepen, where we bond over shared stories and laughter.

As Emily and Mark left tonight, I was left with a sinking feeling – a mixture of helplessness and determination. I want to find alternatives, to uncover the magic of parenting that doesn’t involve constant battles and raised voices. But where do I start? How do I find my way back to the path I envisioned for us?

The weight of it all is heavy, Diary, a burden that sits on my chest as I lay down to sleep each night. I yearn for guidance, for wisdom that can lead us out of this labyrinth of frustration. I want to instill values, boundaries, and connections that will stand the test of time. I want to look back on these years with pride, knowing that we navigated the challenges and emerged stronger, more connected.

Until next time,

Claudia

November 12, 2023

Dear Diary,

The weight of expectations – it’s something that’s been resting heavily on my shoulders lately. Even though I haven’t held my baby in my arms yet, it feels like the world expects me to have it all figured out. From what I should eat to how I should plan my career, the questions and opinions come pouring in from every direction. Do this, don’t do that! One day someone tells me I am eating too much and another I am not eating enough. Apparently I can’t seem to get it right.

It’s as though I’m losing touch with my own identity, replaced by a chorus of well-meaning but unsolicited advice. “Will you breastfeed?” “When’s your return to work?” “Have you considered your birth plan?” It’s a never-ending barrage. Blah blah blah blah! 

But here’s the twist – it’s not just the outside world. My own mind is a whirlwind of doubt and uncertainty. I feel like I’m juggling a thousand puzzle pieces, yet I haven’t even glimpsed the full picture.

But you know what I’ve discovered? My frustration, my sense of being overwhelmed – it’s all rooted within me. And this, dear journal, is where the transformation begins. Because when you know what you don’t want, it’s a golden opportunity to discover what you do want.

Amidst this chaos, I’m finding clarity. I’m learning that it’s perfectly fine not to have all the answers right now. It’s okay to set boundaries with well-intentioned advice-givers. It’s okay to embrace this journey, even when it feels like uncharted territory.

With each passing day, I’m uncovering what genuinely matters to me and my growing family. And I want to remember that it’s perfectly acceptable to forge my own path, to make choices that resonate with my heart.

So, my message today is clear – in the midst of overwhelming expectations, listen to that inner voice. Trust my instincts and take comfort in the fact that it’s perfectly alright to be exactly where I are. Parenthood is a unique journey, and I have the power to shape it as I see fit.

As I write these words, I intend to embrace the unknown, for within it lies the opportunity to discover my truest desires.

You are the best listener, my dearest diary! 

Emily

Emily’s story reminds us of the feeling of overwhelmed by the expectations placed upon us, especially during the journey into parenthood. However, by shifting our focus from what we don’t want to what we do want, we can find clarity and empowerment in the midst of uncertainty.

November 17, 2023

Dear Diary,

Today was a day of exploration, discovery, and an unexpected burst of warmth in our hearts. Mark and I were on a mission to select the best mobile for our baby’s crib, but what we found was so much more than just nursery decor.

As we wandered through the baby store, surrounded by an array of colors and shapes, we stumbled upon the crib mobile section. There were so many darn adorable mobiles! Wouldn’t they make the nursery look so perfect?! Now, I must admit, I had never given much thought to mobiles before. They always seemed like cute but somewhat ordinary nursery items. Little did I know, we were about to uncover the secret to choosing the perfect mobile.

It’s all about perspective.

You see, the key to selecting the right mobile for your little one is to view it from their eyes, literally. Our baby will spend countless moments lying in the crib, gazing up at the mobile from below. Have you ever looked at the bottom of a mobile? It’s like looking at the bottom of a shoe! All the good stuff is up top! Oh no, no, no! No idea! So what did we do?!  Mark and I decided to become kids ourselves for a while.

In the middle of the store, Mark stretches out on the floor, his head supported by his hands, while I held a mobile above him, imagining it from our baby’s viewpoint. There we were, two adults acting like children, giggling and playing with sheer abandon. It was a moment of pure joy. Hey at least the people walking by us got a good laugh! 

And then, something magical happened. Our baby, snug and warm within me, decided to join the fun. With a sudden, enthusiastic kick, our little one reminded us of their presence. It was as if they were saying, “I’m here, and I’m part of this too!” In that instant, our hearts swelled with love and anticipation.

Mark’s eyes sparkled as he reached out to gently touch my belly, connecting with the life growing inside me. It was an extraordinary moment of unity, a reminder of the beautiful journey we’re on together.

This simple day of mobile shopping turned into a cherished memory, teaching us that parenting isn’t just about making the right choices for our baby; it’s about savoring the little, unexpected moments that bring us closer to them.

Each day brings us closer to meeting our baby. And while the path ahead may still be filled with uncertainty, we’ve learned that the beauty of this journey lies in the connection we share, the laughter we embrace, and the love that continues to grow.

Until next time, dear diary.

Warmest wishes,

Emily

Oh dear Emily and Mark! Your day at the baby store brings so much warmth to our hearts! They remind us that knowledge is power and that little shifts can make a big difference in our little ones! 

November 22, 2023

Dear Diary,

Today was an absolute delight! I decided to take a breather from my usual routine and spent some much-needed quality time at the park. The weather couldn’t have been more perfect – a warm, gentle sun kissing my skin, and a refreshing breeze dancing through the trees.

As I nestled onto a cozy park bench, I couldn’t help but notice a fellow mom nearby. Her vivacious 4-year-old was having the time of their life, swinging high into the sky with an infectious laughter that filled the air. The sight brought an instant smile to my face.

Soon enough, this woman and I started chatting. There’s something magical about the connection you feel with other parents who provide support and understanding on this journey! “Oh no, you have to leave,” I said. “Your little one is not gonna want to go!” She mentioned that kiddos can learn to cope with transitions, some better than others, but that there is lots we can do to support them. Would you like to hear? 

I definitely leaned in for this one! I want to soak up all the good tips!!!  

So I just figure that pure bliss, like playtime at the park, to the less exhilarating but necessary parts of the day must be super hard for a kid! It’s a universal struggle, isn’t it? Then she went on to share a piece of advice that struck a chord deep within me.

“Emily,” she said, “imagine this: you’re engrossed in your favorite TV show or glued to the edge of your seat during the climax of an intense sports game. Suddenly, someone walks in, reaches for the remote, and clicks the TV off. They announce it’s time to run errands, and it’s non-negotiable – right now! You literally want to cry! WHAT? But I need to see who is going to win this game, so you get sad or upset! Then you are told not to cry. Hmmm.”

Her analogy hit home like a lightning bolt of understanding. In that moment, I felt the frustration of being pulled away from something exciting and captivating. It was a scenario that resonated deeply with the child in me. I would probably kill someone if I got pulled at the last minute of a football championship! 

But what she revealed next was so simple and what seemed so obvious that we often forget to do with kids. “Sweetie,” she’d tell her child, “you’ve got ten more minutes of playtime, and then it’s time to pack up. I know I know, you are having so much fun! So keep having fun! You still have ten minutes! We would keep talking and she would check her watch. “Aria,” she said, “you have five minutes. Ugh, it must be so upsetting to have to go. I understand. But we have to leave in five minutes,” and then little Aria would get one last warning, “Aria, two more minutes and then we have to head home to make dinner because it is getting late.” I know it’s tough to stop having fun, but remember, we will be back.”

Aria wasn’t pleased, but it did the trick! Her mother hugged her when it was time to go, praised her for being understanding, and reminded her they would be back and had to go make dinner. She even hopped out of the park so that Aria could keep on having fun! 

The simplicity of the idea was mind-boggling, yet its potential impact was profound. It was as if this woman had handed me a key to unlocking a smoother, more harmonious parenting journey. I felt excited, grateful, and genuinely moved by her insight.

So journal, I had to write this one down right away! I am excited at the idea of doing things a little different from the way things were when I was a kid! I am aligning with this idea and realize that there is so much value in shifting!  It’s these golden nuggets of wisdom and heartfelt connections with other parents that make this adventure all the more thrilling.

As I watched all the children, their laughter blending with the joyful sounds of the park, I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Today was a reminder that, through sharing our experiences and insights, we enrich not only our own lives but also the lives of others on this incredible journey.

With enthusiasm and profound thanks,

Emily

November 26, 2023

Dear Diary,

Grocery shopping. A task so mundane, yet today, it felt like a saga straight out of a storybook. Though usually a pretty straightforward affair, today’s expedition had a fresh twist – my new found determination to understand what we are really eating, especially since I’ve recently discovered that our baby will end up liking the foods I consume today. I picked up a food label and would turn to Mark, “what in the world is aspartame?” He’d shrug, as perplexed as I was, “sounds like a name for a wizard!” Is my baby going to prefer it?” I don’t know!! But I sure am curious! 

Each product became a riddle, and I was adamant about solving them. My pace was slow, perhaps painstakingly so for Mark, who’s more of a ‘grab and go’ shopper. I could sense a mix of amusement and mild irritation in his sighs as I scrutinized another item. “Em, do we really need to know about every tiny thing?” he’d joke, trying to lighten the mood.

I just want to do what is best for my baby. I was super thirsty and I kept picking up drinks. Aspartame again! It’s in so many products! MARK! I have to look this up. And then we both dove into a rabbit hole of research. 

Oh dear, and then I started reading that some research suggested potential risks associated with aspartame consumption during pregnancy, including potential effects on fetal development. We found out that in mice, aspartame is toxic and may impact the placenta. 

On the other hand, Mark would find research saying it was perfectly safe in small quantities and he would brush it off. But what if the research is right and aspartame isn’t good for my growing baby? And ok, small quantities may not hurt, but do you really think I am tracking how many services of aspartame I’m drinking? I didn’t even know what aspartame was before today!  And what about our health? Why do we choose to settle without at least being curious about the alternatives? Mark sat in silence, thinking about what we were discovering. The realization hit us hard. How had we been so unaware? All I know is that Aspartane is not worth the risk and just as there are lots and lots of ingredients I cannot pronounce, there are lots that I can and that are better options! 

Mark, trying to calm my rising anxiety, squeezed my hand. “It’s a learning curve, Em. We’ll get through it together.” But I could see the worry in his eyes too. Diary, it is just so so confusing and gets so overwhelming!  So many mixed messages as to what to do and not to do. At this rate, we won’t be able to eat anything so how do we find what is best for us and our family.  

Throughout the rest of our shopping journey, we were more cautious, more discerning. Our cart was filled not just with products, but with a commitment to better understand and prioritize our baby’s health.

Exiting the store, our spirits were a mix of concern, determination, and a strange sense of accomplishment. We might not have all the answers, but today marked the beginning of a more conscious journey towards parenthood.

Reflecting on the day during our drive home, Mark voiced what we both felt, “We’ve got so much to learn, Em. But one thing’s for sure: We’re in this together.”

Grateful for the lessons and the love,

Emily

December 1, 2023

Dear Me, 

You know, being a soon-to-be-dad has its moments. One second I’m elated at the idea of playing catch in the backyard, teaching my little one all the dad jokes in my arsenal (and trust me, it’s vast). The next, I’m sinking in an overwhelming sea of ‘What-ifs.’ 

It hit me today. We’re bringing a whole new person into this world! Why doesn’t this come with a manual? I mean, we get one when we buy a toaster. A TOASTER! Yet, for the most intricate and important job on the planet, it’s as if society says, “Good luck! Hope you’ve been taking notes.”

Em’s been trying to get me to read these baby books. Frankly, the sheer volume of them scares me. They’re thicker than the pizzas I love! (Note to self: Cut down on pizzas). But in all seriousness, why is there not a more streamlined approach? Why are we expected to piece together fragments of information like a jigsaw puzzle and hope we get it right?

Watching Emily, with her beautiful, radiant maternal glow, diving deep into every tiny detail – I can’t help but admire her dedication. And then, there’s me. I wish there was someone who could just give it to me straight – like a personal guide through this. Why are we, as parents, left to scramble, guess, and second-guess?

It dawned on me: If parenthood is so natural, then why is there so much pain and confusion surrounding it? Sure, there’s joy – heck, I’ve never felt happiness like I do imagining holding my little one. But I’ve also seen the struggles, the tears, the challenges that parents and children face. If we’re meant to just “know” what to do, why are there so many missteps?

The weight of it all sometimes feels unbearable. What if I’m not enough? What if I can’t provide the guidance, love, and strength my child needs? What if I let down Emily, the love of my life, who’s put so much trust in me?

But here’s the thing. Deep down, beneath all these layers of fear, I believe. I believe there has to be a way, a method, a guide, something that ensures more joy than not. We shouldn’t have to accept the “it is what it is” attitude or the idea that we’re just thrown into the deep end to learn how to swim. We deserve more, and so do our kids.

So, to the universe, if you’re listening: Help me find that way, that light. Because I want nothing more than to be the best dad I can be, not just for the laughter and the good times, but for the challenges and the tough conversations. I want to be prepared. And I know there’s an answer out there.

Hoping for clarity,

Mark