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Before monkey’s surgery, after monkey’s surgery and in the car going home after the nurse gave her a little frog (she had a choice between the frog and a little black bear), a little bravery and cuteness certificate, and I bought her this sock monkey that she really liked. She’s still cuddling with it. My baby is so strong and brave, I’m so proud of her. ❤️❤️❤️

Guys.. Baby girl and I need some prayers, or thoughts, or whatever you want to call them..

We were at a friends house who kept a candle warmer behind their couch. I had no idea it was there and while I was holding their newborn, Sophia got into the candle warmer… She burned her right hand, 2nd degree, and is going into surgery tomorrow to remove all the dead skin so it can heal properly.. They are putting her under, and giving her a local anesthetic in her hand before they do it. They won’t let me stay with her until she falls asleep, they’re going to take her from me and she’s going to be surrounded by strangers and be forced to fall asleep surrounded by strangers, and she fights sleep like crazy… I’m so scared because I know she is going to be scared… I’ve never left her with someone she doesn’t know and I feel terrible but I know it has to be done… I’m just so scared, please keep us in your thoughts, pray for this to go smoothly and for speedy recovery.. ❤️

Becoming a single mommy is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

Not because my baby daddy is psychotic and can’t get his shit together and I had to leave him. Because feel the love of two parents for her. I feel the pride of two parents for her. She is all I have, and I am all she has and it makes me stronger than I’ve ever thought possible. Also I don’t have to worry about sharing decisions concerning my daughter with someone who disagrees with me about everything. I do what I think is right for my baby, and nobody else can make those decisions for her. So many moms hate being single mommys but I love it. I love my baby, and I love being single. Relationships are too much drama. (:

We teach girls shame. “Close your legs. Cover yourself.” We make them feel as though being born female they’re already guilty of something. And so, girls grow up to be women who cannot say they have desire. They grow up to be women who silence themselves. They grow up to be women who cannot say what they truly think. And they grow up — and this is the worst thing we do to girls — they grow up to be women who have turned pretense into an art form.
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