Dear August // Weeks 15 & 16

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Dear August,

The last two weeks have been a whirlwind: my last week of maternity leave followed by my first week back to work. You’ve started rolling like a champ. 

I started to write you a letter last week, but I was just. too. sad. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I was happy to go back to work, back to doing what I love and working to help the community makes me feel whole. But closing the chapter on your first few months, and our first few months tethered together, was harder than I expected. Before Monday, I hadn’t left your side for more than a few hours. 

On the bright side, I am so grateful that we had this time together. I know we got more time than most, and I’m grateful for every day. This time around I was relaxed and really able to enjoy getting to know you. You made becoming a mother again so easy with your sweet, generous, and joyful nature. 

I look forward to watching you grow. I can already see the future you so clearly, and I am glad I have these letters to remind us how remarkably you you have been since day 1. You are an exceptional baby, and I have no doubt, you will be an exceptional boy and an exceptional man. 

This week I had highs and lows. I’ve been extra emotional and crying at the drop of a hat. 

Carolina, your new nanny, is an absolute angel. Within a few days, I can already see how much she loves you. It’s hard not to! When I arrived home from work on Monday, you were laughing so hard in your arms that you were hiccuping. I think you’re in good hands. 

Carolina said that you smiled at everyone on the playground and chatted with everyone who would listen. He’s going to be a social one, she said. 

I enjoyed being back at work this week, but when Friday rolled around and I was able to have you all to myself . . . ahh how sweet it was to be reunited with my little man. 


So here’s to you, you giant almost 4 month old! I am happier now than I am ever been. Bring on the holidays!

You are so loved, my dear August, always,
To the moon and back-



Dear August // 14 weeks

Dear August,

I have a few frazzled thoughts for you this week.


the day to day details: You’re waking up more at night for some reason. We’ve both been recovering from a cold, so maybe that’s it. But I also have this feeling you know that our exclusive 1:1 time together is coming to a close. I have all the feels. 

You’re getting so strong. You can hold your neck up, you’re starting to plant your feet, and you’re even starting to do these crunch-like things when you’re on your back. 

You’re talking up a stormmmm. You have things to say. 

You’re still a super chill, super smiley guy. 

mom thoughts:

I’m new at this mom-of-a-son thing, and something about it makes me way more nervous than mothering a daughter. The girl thing–I got this. Girl power. Let’s do this. Hear us roar. 

But a son? Luckily you will have your father as a role model. 

I hope you become the type of man who cares about all people. . . the type of man who cares about women, who supports them and respects them and lifts them up. Regardless of who you love or spend your life with, be a champion for women. for me, for your sister. . . support a world where we are truly equal. Please. 

this week in hisherstory


I don’t like to write about politics in these letters, but this week we watched the first presidential debate between Trump and Hilary. It was bizarre and frightening to me and also just felt so much like a critical moment in time. The world feels as though it’s teetering on a dangerous edge, and I hope it lands on the side of equality and safety and inclusiveness. I hope we as a country figure out how to stand up for Black lives. I hope we figure out how to ensure that women are really, truly treated as equals. I hope we turn away from bigotry, hate, and fear. We can’t allow ourselves to be governed by the smallest parts of who we are. 

August, make sure you vote. Every time. Do your homework. Research the candidates and the issues. Don’t stand by and let your city or your state or your country be driven without your say. Vote. It’s an honor and a right that we take for granted that our ancestors fought dearly to provide for us. Always vote. 

By the time you’re my age, the day to day reality of your world will be completely different. I can’t even imagine how much technology will have changed and how much it will control every little aspect of our lives. For my part, I feel as though it already has a hold on too much of my day. Although I appreciate the efficiencies and luxuries technology allows me, I am certain it is taking something more and more from me each day. It’s taking the time I need to reflect and think and process. It’s seducing me to waste my precious time with addictive nothingness. Luckily I have you to keep me grounded and keep my eyes away from the screen, but it’s a dangerous slippery slope we’re sliding towards. 

I want to make sure we always prioritize each other over the screens. 

img_3679As I was typing this you started fussing a little, so I immediately stopped typing and scooped you into my arms for a sweet snuggle, a kiss and a nursing session. Your bright eyes sparkled up at me. You scrunched your nose, and smiled at me while you nursed. Then you stopped and talked to me for a second. You looked around and soaked in the room. You grinned back at me. 

I want to remember the weight of you, still so small but already a giant compared to your newborn self. You are so perfect, my son. I love you with every part of me, and I am so, so grateful that we are on this journey together. I cherish you, my darling. 

I’ll do my best to be the type of mom who is always here to scoop you up and snuggle you in whatever way you need. 

You’re my light.

You are so loved, my dear August, always,