I used to dream about motherhood. Didn’t you?
I dreamed of baking cookies, a little person (maybe more than one), and me, covered in flour from head to toe. I dreamed of arts and crafts, paint splattered construction paper and giggles over messy hands. I dreamed of a little person (maybe more than one) for whom I would be everything. Because I’d be mama.
Yes, I entered motherhood for the sugar and the glitter. And the hugs.
This space is for anyone who dreamed of motherhood. For anyone who entered this world for the beautiful moments. The sugar, the glitter, the hugs and kisses.
This space is for those who dreamed and then found their dreams both coming true and shattering into a million pieces, at the same time, by the same little hands.
I’m Tricia. Mama to 2 (1 girl, 1 boy), freelance writer, blogger, and storyteller. I believe that sharing words can make the world a better place so I share stories about motherhood, writing, and personal growth. I believe that every mother is growing and every mother needs encouragement to continue along her journey so I share the details of my journey as openly and honestly as I can. My words have appeared on the Huffington Post, Scary Mommy, Literary Mama, Mamalode, SheKnows, the Happiest Home, and BlogHer. In 2013, I was honored to win Pregnancy and Newborn magazine’s first motherhood essay contest with We Cry.
I’m a lover of words and ideas.
I think (and therefore write) in phrases, loosely strung together.
I love coffee and chocolate.
I love to read but I do it ever so slowly. Mostly because I struggle with being present in the moment.
I am hopelessly sentimental and will swoon over things that make most people gag.
And I love to swoon.