Love is more precious than gold. Can't be bought and can't be sold.
Just your Baddie on the Blockchain breaking up the bitcoin propaganda with parenting propaganda.
Setting a goal to post daily this week. Wish me luck
They say don't blink and it couldn't be more true. Time truly flies. So very grateful for my children.
I don't take a second for granted.
Being a mom is the biggest blessing of a life time. Not the loudest or easiest blessing, but the kind the wraps itself around your heart and never lets go.
#gratitude
Just remember while you're moving forward, chasing purpose, and making progress that everything can change in the blink of an eye.
Don't wait for the world to show you how precious life is.
Breathe in fresh air, and smell the grass, and touch the world around you.
Put the phone down and spend time with the people you truly love.
Focus on what truly matters because life doesn't wait.
When you're all out of time and there's nothing left to chase, you realize it was never about the finish line. It was about the people and the moments that put a smile on your face.
Is nostr dead? Where are the #nostrichs at?
It is mindblowing to me that this is an unpopular opinion...
But the most unhelpful and anger inducing thing is hearing these statements when you are in the trenches with a newborn not sleeping:
"Are you ready to start sleep training?"
"Your sleep is so important so you can be the best parent."
"They are manipulating you"
"It's a habit. They aren't actually hungry."
Instead, praise me for comforting my baby, offer me a nap while you hold my baby, or bring me a cooked meal.
Suggesting negligent parenting practices and suggesting I prioritize my sleep over my BABY'S needs... unhelpful.
I said what I said.
Before motherhood, holidays were exciting.
Now? Theyβre pure magic.
I was up all night prepping, wrapping gifts, arranging baskets, setting everything just right. Barely slept a wink. But Iβm wide awake.
Sitting here, sipping my coffee, watching the sun slowly rise, heart racing in anticipation.
Waiting for the little footsteps.
Waiting to see their faces light up.
Waiting for the laughter, the squeals, the joy.
This is what itβs all for.
The exhaustion, the chaos, the effort..
It all melts away the second I see their smiles.
Because holidays as a mother?
They hit different.
Theyβre no longer about receiving.
Theyβre about creating magic.
One day you will wish you could go back, not to change anything, but to appreciate it more.
