Parenting

When my daughter looks at herself in the mirror, she is IN LOVE. She adorns herself with costume jewelry and worships her image. She tells me how she loves her hair and begs me to put lipstick on her. This is the same girl I refused to buy gendered toys for, whose mother has worn lipstick only twice in the last three years. I never taught her how... See more

. I am the dirty girl who over-analyzes culture for a living because it makes her feel in control. Most people in our industry have similar rejection-based mythologies, and many have a hurt high schooler living inside of them still.

My parents didn’t host parties or celebrate holidays much as I was growing up and I always felt the stinging lack of community in my life... and what is motherhood if not a white knuckled attempt to redo your own childhood?

Hey, ici Ulysse.

Il y a un mois, ma fille a pointé le bout de son nez.

Son souffle est minuscule.

Sa présence est immense.

Elle a fait de moi un papa.

Je la regarde dormir.

Parfois, elle me regarde aussi.

Et dans ses yeux, je peux lire une question silencieuse :

​ « Et maintenant ? »

Eh bien, je ne sais pas. Je sais juste qu'elle bouleverse déjà ma manière... See more

i think we were meant to live slower than this. to grow tomatoes. to take afternoon walks. to cry without apologizing for it. to be bad at things and still do them. we weren’t designed for constant achievement. we were meant for moments. small, soft, nothing-special moments that somehow mean everything.