Author: Holly Crawshaw

The Truth About the Baby Phase

Becoming a parent is one of those experiences in life where basically every cliché is true: It goes so fast. You’ll miss this. Just wait until they’re walking/talking/teenagers. They’ll grow out of it. It will get easier. At Parent Cue, we say something similar: It’s just a phase. So don’t miss it. It’s all true. The baby phase passes. Even on the days that seem like they’ll never end, time is moving; we can’t slow it down and we can’t get it back. But . . . Can I tell you a secret? I don’t love the baby phase.I’ve had three daughters and am beyond grateful for each one. I’ve lost a pregnancy and I know what a blessing it is to hold a child and know they’re yours forever.There is no greater feeling on this side of heaven. But I still don’t love the baby phase. (Insert shrugging emoji here.) And you know what? That’s okay. I can love my baby and be present with my children and still loathe not be in love with the baby phase. Because let’s be honest—newborns are hard. Really hard. You’re sleepy. You’ve got spit up on your shirt. For some of us, our hormones are completely lop-sided. And you can’t remember the last time you took a shower. It’s okay if the gross and exhausting bothers you. Everyone tells us to enjoy these...

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Sunday Rules

On Sundays when I was growing up, it didn’t matter if we were facing imminent danger or in the throes of a natural disaster, we were going to church. Literally, I can’t remember not hearing my mom’s alarm clock go off every Sunday morning at 8:00am—because, of course, church was always preceded by a solid hour of Sunday School (bless those volunteers). My parents could have had World War III with each other on Saturday night. I could have had the measles. My brother could have gotten kidnapped. There was never any question . . . IT WAS SUNDAY...

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What Story Do We Tell?

There’s a lot of my story that I never want my kids to find out. Like the time I cheated on a math test in third grade. I chose to sit out recess for a week just so my teacher wouldn’t call my parents. Or the time I tied sheets together with my friend and “practiced” sneaking out my upstairs window in the middle of the day. (Sidebar: that’s not a super effective method. The sheets came untied when I was halfway down and it’s a miracle I didn’t wind up in the hospital.) Or, only slightly more traumatic,...

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Parenting Through Transition: Confession Of A Recovering Control Freak

I started back to fulltime, in-office work this week, for the first time in over three years. To be honest, my emotions over this transition have swung back and forth like a pendulum: Anxiety. Excitement. Guilt. Pride. Eagerness. Dread. (What? Your pendulum is a little less extreme than mine?) Well, it’s true—transitions make my insides feel like a shaken up (diet) soda can (that I would consider a nutritional victory, naturally). Is that true for you? Does change make you want to pull the blankets over your head and binge-eat chocolate and watch bad/amazing reality TV while ignoring the...

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You Are Enough

You Are Enough By Holly Crawshaw The thing about having a baby is that no one, no one, can prepare you for the full experience. People will give you advice—mostly unsolicited—but until you take your sweet baby home . . . there just aren’t words to convey the joy, pain, responsibility, honor, anxiety, and sweetness of parenthood. My first year of parenthood was a complete fog. I remember when my daughter turned one. I had mixed emotions about the day. I was still struggling to embrace my role as someone’s mother. I wasn’t sure what I was doing as...

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