Molly

"Childcare" is a fake problem that didn't exist prior to "women's liberation." Women should raise their own children.

you need to fall in love, you are running out of time

After 61 days in the NICU, our Solomon was finally released last week to come start life at home. Thank you for all of your prayers; it was the darkest, scariest, worst two months of my life. But God showed his grace to us in so many ways, and many people banded together to allow me to spend every single day with him in the NICU. We are so grateful to the nurses who loved him like their own; to his physical therapist who is helping him overcome & adapt to his disabilities; to the doctors who performed his surgery; to our priest who baptized him in the hospital; to the friends and family who packed lunches for us, and watched our toddler, and did our laundry, who prayed with and for us and still do. I am grateful in particular for my husband and my mom, who showed me Christlike grace throughout, and for our 3-year-old, who didn't let his joy become dampened by all this fear and sorrow—an example from which we could all stand to learn. "I remain confident of this," Psalm 27 reminds us. "I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living." The Lord's goodness has been shown to us every day of these 61. People sometimes denigrate Christians as just those seeking comfort, needing a story to tell themselves. But yes! We are comforted by the Lord. He shows up for us in all kinds of ways, when we're looking—and when we're not. And He looks after the scared and grieving mother, the sick and vulnerable child, the family in need. He did for us, many times over. And many of you did, too, through prayer and acts of kindness. Thank you.

Ngl I think there is something kind of sinister about showcasing moms who are actively struggling through the early and notoriously-often-very-difficult-especially-if-you-are-undersupported stages of motherhood in a piece supposedly about "parental regret."

Any other moms out here wondering how the hell they’re supposed to: navigate global chaos, watch grocery bills skyrocket, work full-time, do the unpaid project management of an entire household, carry the invisible mental load, remember every pediatrician, dentist, therapist, and school spirit day, not miss their own doctor’s appointments, raise kind, emotionally regulated humans in a deeply unserious world, hold powerful men accountable for horrific abuse, AND still find time to take care of themselves? Oh, and do all of this without burning out, complaining, or asking for support. 🤦🏽‍♀️ What in the actual hell 🤯

I think my wife’s happiness is directly correlated to our house looking like no one lives in it.