On the night you were born, the moon smiled with such wonder that the stars peeked in to see you and the night wind whispered, “Life will never be the same.”

I’m just a girl, standing in front of our next Whole Foods location, with my husband and business partner, wearing a necklace that says Mother and a hat that says Señor Lechuga Hot Sauce, asking how the hell did I get here??

I wear a ton of hats, both literally and figuratively, but yeah, this new one is my favorite…

I recently unfollowed a mom account that slammed a mother of a 6-month old for saying “isn’t this the most amazing thing ever?” about motherhood at a mommy and me class.

Motherhood is all the magic and all the madness.

People think when you’re self-employed everyday is Saturday. But that’s retirement. Everyday is Monday for entrepreneurs and business owners.

We just logged our 10th flight with the baby (he’s 17 months old but I’ll call him the baby til he’s 18 years) and we finally finalllly really got our groove.

We were “the parents of the inconsolable screaming baby.”

A friend recently asked me if I had any advice for her friend who just had her baby by unplanned c-section, much like I did. Of course, I’ve since thought of more things… but here were my initial immediate thoughts.

I tried several times to write this post, and still now language fails me in trying to adequately put into words this past year or how I feel about my son.

#THISIS40. I’m just getting started.

One of the countless things I love about New York is that nobody blinks an eye whether I’m taking my little babe to the swings, his music class, a gallery event, a brainstorming lunch or a business meeting.

The one thing that’s been consistent for me in the past 8 months of motherhood is all the noise.

Since becoming a mother, a few close mom friends of mine have warned me that babies steal our beauty.

A pretty cover that offers lightweight but full coverage, doesn’t drape over my baby’s face, and allows me to see him – and him to see me.

Last year on Father’s Day I was a week shy of 6 months pregnant. I asked my dad today if being a grandfather was what he imagined it would be a year ago. He said no.

Parenthood inevitably changes your relationship. You are more a team than ever but it’s never been less about the two of you. Which is a new and strange dynamic.

While we all check ourselves to keep it “real” why can’t we also share what’s real good, real beautiful, real magical, real amazing about this journey.

As the mother of a boy, I will never tell him makeup is for girls. Or pink is for girls. Or that he can’t use color or texture or any kind of artistry to express himself. Whatever he likes, I’m about.

Becoming a mother makes you look at your own mom in a whole new way.

Speaking of breastfeeding, I’ve been noticing a lot of reactions lately.

Just wanted to clarify that I love being an “older” mom. I was sharing one of the things I’m working on getting better at, but there are countless advantages to being older when you have kids.

This mommy chapter is the greatest and most meaningful one in my story – but as an “older” mom, one thing I’m working on is this feeling of less time.

Six months ago on this evening, after several failed attempts and many setbacks and a full-blown infection and 36 hours at the hospital, I was being wheeled into a surgery I was totally unprepared for.

“Keep your face always toward the sunshine and the shadows will fall behind you.”

On the eve of my baby’s birth 5 months ago, we decided to take him down to the pool tonight, which meant I put on a bathing suit for the first time since having him.