Every day I’m a mother, a little piece of me dies.

Author: Mary Katherine

Every day I’m a mother, a little piece of me dies.

When Ben is in his highchair and I’m cleaning the floors and dishes. And his arm magically transforms into a windshield wiper against the high chair tray. Waffle and oranges fly across the room. Rising up inside of me is a piece of my heart that is angry and impatient. And then I catch my son’s eyes–bright and bubbling with laughter–and that angry little piece of me dies.

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Please baby stay: A pregnant mother’s prayer

Author: Heather Anne

Please baby stay. 

I clutched my hands to my belly and I cried.

Please baby stay. 

It was a 30 minute drive to the hospital. We made it in 16.

Please baby stay. 

I prayed to heaven and I pleaded like hell. And I hoped my words reached my baby girl.

Please baby stay. 

Because I wanted to meet her but it was too soon. And I wasn’t ready to lose her again. Because I had already lost her once.

Thank You, Mom

Author: Mary Katherine

Thank you, Mom.

For playing with my toys, one by one, to teach me which colors they are.
I know that you must have been tired, and your favorite show may have been on.

For singing silly songs in the morning. About weather and food and God.
I know that you needed coffee, and didn’t always wake with a song on your heart.

I Dreamed of Becoming Something Great. I’m a Mom.

Author: Mary Katherine
2002. Year of spaghetti strap tank tops, flavored lip gloss and $1 gasoline. Diet Coke added lime to their cans. Michael Jackson dangled a baby over a balcony and Nickleback ruled the Billboard.

So, yah–a few regrettables, but altogether it was a good year. I was a senior in high school and graduation was around the corner. Our school newspaper published the Senior Edition, a tongue-in-cheek prequel to the yearbook. The graduating class voted Who’s Who in silly categories and anonymously submitted thoughts and jokes for a segment entitled In Ten Years I See.

Monogrammed Pajamas Giveaway WINNER

For the last week we have advertised a monogrammed pajamas giveaway on our Instagram page (@mamasinpajamas). We teamed up with Lanette over at Strong Stitch (www.facebook.com/strongstitch) and we gave away two sets of monogrammed pajamas (one for mama and one for her little one).

Today we let the babies pick the winner!

Laundry Piles and Loneliness

I can sum up my thoughts on motherhood so far in 3 words.

I. Didn’t. Know.

Pajamas and Sunshine

There was a moment in my life, not that long ago, when I realized who I really was. Not in the soul-discovering existential sense, but a quite literal one. I was strolling down the cobble-lined streets of Park Avenue with Infant Ben tucked neatly beneath a powder blue blanket. I had brushed my hair, dressed in a real bra (nursing moms feel my pain) and gotten out of the house. My best friend of 25 years was in town and we found ourselves window shopping, eating ice cream cones, and leisurely basking in the crisp weather of a Florida fall. I was also sleep-deprived and incredibly grouchy despite my surroundings. Lunch was taking forever, the sidewalks were crowded, and women with children were bustling in and out of stores with armfuls of shopping sacks. It was like somebody had kicked a human baby anthill in the heart of Winter Park.