07/03/2025
Recently, I solo-parented my 2- and 4-year-old nieces… and it was one of the most eye-opening experiences I’ve had in a long time.
I adore these girls. It was wonderful spending time with them. And I also came out of the weekend completely overstimulated, undernourished, and humbled.
What surprised me most was the mental load—not just the logistics, but the constant vigilance. Are they safe? Are they entertained? Are their emotions held? Are they getting what they need? The sound, the movement, the needs, the questions—it’s non-stop. My brain was so tired.
Here’s what I noticed:
• I forgot to eat real meals and started craving snacky foods (hello, chips and ice cream).
• I even forgot to p*e sometimes 🙃
• I stayed up too late reading at night (revenge procrastination is real) because it was my only quiet time.
• I held space for their big feelings really well—but by the end of the weekend, my capacity was shot. I was irritable and snippy with my partner, even though I knew it wasn’t really about him.
• I did very little planning for myself—no exercise, no scheduled breaks or requests for support.
And the truth is… this is exactly what I help mothers with in my work. Creating systems of support, planning for nourishment, learning to meet your own needs in the midst of the noise.
This weekend showed me: without a plan, it’s survival mode. Period.
The one thing that did help? I went to the grocery store first thing and stocked up on easy, nutrient-dense food. That move saved me. But everything else? I winged it. And I felt it.
This was such a powerful reminder for me—not of what I did wrong, but of what moms are up against.
So to all the moms: I see you. I bow to you. And I’m learning alongside you how to build support that’s real, embodied, and sustainable.
(Also: eat the meal. Drink the water. Go p*e. Ask for help. You matter.)