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I used to scoop him up at 5 a.m. every morning when he cried for me.Half-asleep, I’d carry him into my bed, press him ag...
10/14/2026

I used to scoop him up at 5 a.m. every morning when he cried for me.

Half-asleep, I’d carry him into my bed, press him against my chest, and just breathe him in. I’d kiss his forehead, watch the rise and fall of his tiny chest, and savor the stillness of those early hours.

And then, one morning… he slept through the night. No more 5 a.m. snuggles. He didn’t need me in the same way anymore.

I used to hold him for every nap, too.

All afternoon, he’d sleep on me because he needed my scent.

But I longed for him to nap in his crib. And then one day, he did.

And I forgot how quickly it all changes.

How fast newborn clothes get packed away.

How fast that reflex smile becomes a real one.

How feedings turn into finger foods.

How midnight rocking turns into a full night’s sleep.

I didn’t realize the last time would be the last time.

I used to crave rest, independence, space. And now? I find myself missing the very things I once wished away.

So today, I’m reminding myself: savor what’s here. The baby giggles. The clingy naps. The beautiful, difficult mess of it all.

Because life isn’t meant to be perfect. It’s meant to be lived — right here, right now.

And one day, we’ll look back and realize the hard parts were never really the hard parts at all. They were the beautiful ones.

*Messy Footprint*

Ever since I found out I was pregnant, the warnings started pouring in.“Just wait…” they said.Wait until you never sleep...
10/14/2026

Ever since I found out I was pregnant, the warnings started pouring in.
“Just wait…” they said.
Wait until you never sleep.
Wait until they won’t stop crying.
Wait until your social life disappears.
Wait until… blah blah blah.
But here’s what they don’t tell you.

✨ Just wait until you meet your baby for the very first time.
✨ Just wait until you feel their tiny lips against your cheek.
✨ Just wait until their little eyes lock with yours and the world stands still.
✨ Just wait until it’s 3 a.m., you’re the only two awake, and their tiny hand wraps around your finger as you feed them.
✨ Just wait until they recognize your voice and you realize you are their safe place.

Yes, motherhood is hard. We know that. We’re not naive.
But why are we so quick to scare new moms instead of reminding them of the beauty?
So let me flip the script:
New mama — this life is everything. It is messy, exhausting, holy, and breathtaking all at once.
Each moment? Worth it.
So the next time someone says “just wait” — smile, and know:
It’s not just about the hard.
It’s about the wonder.
And you, mama, are about to experience the most unforgettable love of your life.

10/10/2026

I went to Kroger last night wearing one of my husband's sweatshirts.
Big, oversized, smells like him.
I'm in line to check out. Man in front of me looks at it and asks, "Is that yours?"
"Oh, no," I said. "It's my husband's."
Then he asked, "Is Austin with you? I'd like to thank him in person."
That caught me off guard.
I said, "Thank you, but he's deployed right now."
Without hesitation, he starts pulling my groceries up onto the belt with his.
"I'm getting this tonight," he said.
I just froze.
"Oh my gosh, are you sure? Thank you so much - are you sure? Thank you - " I probably said it a dozen times.
Then he looked at me and said:
"That place over there almost took me away from my wife and my four kids."
Pause.
"Promise me you'll stay true and honest to him while he's gone. And love him like you've never loved him before when he gets home."
I was still sitting in my car an hour later trying to process it.
I came for groceries in his sweatshirt.
I left carrying a promise.

10/10/2026

I was having a rough day at Kroger.
Then I saw a little girl skipping down the aisle in massive combat boots. Like, 5 sizes too big.
I told her I loved her boots in the checkout line.
She said: “They’re my daddy’s. It would’ve been his birthday today, but he was killed overseas. I wear them when I miss him.”
Her mom started crying. I started crying. The cashier started crying.
The guy behind us heard the whole thing. He opened his box of cupcakes, gave her one, and said:
“Then you have to have a cupcake for him every year on his birthday. No matter what. Your dad is a hero.”
I sat in the parking lot for 10 minutes after that.
Remember who makes our bad days possible.

10/10/2026

"Why would you want to wipe people's asses for a living? You may as well just be a health care assistant."
Someone said that to me today. For a second, I just stared at them. Because all I could think about was the patient whose hand I held while they cried after hearing a diagnosis that changed their life. The elderly woman who apologized over and over because she needed help getting cleaned up after surgery. The man whose family couldn't make it to the hospital, so one of us stayed with him because no one should have to face their hardest moments alone. People see the jobs no one wants to do. They don't see the people behind them. They don't see the frightened patient who finally smiles because someone took five extra minutes to listen. They don't see the exhausted health care assistant changing the sheets for the fourth time that shift without a single complaint. They don't see the nurse who misses lunch, skips water, and keeps going because someone needs them. I've been a health care assistant. I'm becoming a nurse. And I can tell you this: There is no "just" about either one. Healthcare isn't built by one profession. Doctors, nurses, health care assistants, therapists, housekeeping, porters, laboratory staff—we all carry part of the weight. Every role matters because every patient matters. One day, someone will help you when you're scared, vulnerable, or unable to care for yourself. When that day comes, I hope they're the kind of person who never believed any part of caring for another human being was beneath them. Because dignity isn't found in the task. It's found in the person you're doing it for.

I teach my son to cook. I teach him to do laundry. I teach him to help around the house.Why? Because chores aren’t “wome...
09/23/2026

I teach my son to cook. I teach him to do laundry. I teach him to help around the house.

Why? Because chores aren’t “women’s work.” They’re life skills.

One day he might live alone and need to feed himself something healthier than takeout. One day he might want to impress someone with a meal made by his own hands. One day he might have a family — and they’ll need a partner who shares the load, not one who waits to be served.

Too often we say, “school should’ve taught us this.” But it starts at home. It starts with me.

I want my son to know that being a man isn’t about avoiding chores. It’s about being responsible, respectful, and capable — inside and outside the home.

He’ll be the man who can change a tire and check on the roast in the oven. Who can mow the lawn and fold his laundry right after.

Because a man who believes chores aren’t his job… was once a boy who was never taught any better.

Let’s raise boys who grow into men that lead with respect, kindness, and partnership.

[ Nikkole Paulun ]

We celebrate positive pregnancy tests, gender reveals, and growing baby bumps. But we don’t talk enough about the heartb...
09/23/2026

We celebrate positive pregnancy tests, gender reveals, and growing baby bumps. But we don’t talk enough about the heartbreak that happens quietly behind closed doors.

We don’t talk about the woman staring at another negative test, wondering why it isn’t her turn. Or the pregnancy announcements that bring both happiness for others and pain for herself.

We don’t talk about the questions at family gatherings, the losses mourned in silence, the friendships that fade, or the loneliness that comes with infertility.

But here’s the truth: she is not alone.

To every woman walking through infertility or loss: your pain is real. Your hope is real. Your story matters—even when the world doesn’t talk about it enough.

You are seen. You are not alone.

— Morgan Santos

09/23/2026

I am just a nurse. A Labor and Delivery nurse. Sounds fun, doesn't it?

I am just the nurse who held your hand, looked you in the eye, and made you feel like the strongest woman alive.

I am just the nurse who caught your preeclampsia before it caught you — and had magnesium sulfate running before you knew the word.

I am just the nurse who listened to your lungs with my own stethoscope, because I know exactly what can go wrong.

I am just the nurse who heard your baby's heartbeat drop — and had you on the OR table before your doctor made it out of the parking lot.

I am just the nurse who took photos of your baby because you were alone, while a hundred other tasks sat waiting.

I am just the nurse whose own family ate dinner without her because I stayed three hours late for your delivery.

I am just the nurse who protected your dignity when you had none left to protect yourself.

I am just the nurse who bought you more time before the cesarean — and stalled the call to your OB so he wouldn't reach for the scissors.

I am just the nurse who held you and cried with you in triage, when your baby had no heartbeat left to find.

I am just the nurse running on one cup of coffee from 5 a.m., because eating meant leaving you.

I am just the nurse who let you leave bruises on my arm during your epidural while I whispered, "You're doing amazing. Almost there."

I am just the nurse who told a scared teenage mother she could raise her baby AND still chase her diploma.

I am just the nurse who stood beside you as you placed your son in his new mother's arms — steadying your body while your whole world trembled.

I am just the nurse who fights to turn your baby, position by position, because one prevented cesarean protects every pregnancy after this one.

I am just the nurse who whispered, "She's beautiful. I am so, so sorry," and meant it with my whole aching heart.

I am just the nurse who drove home crying that night, unable to hold my own sleeping children — because I'd given their bedtime to you.

I am just the nurse whose husband stopped asking how my day was. He already knows. Every day, he knows.

I felt your joy. I felt your pain. I wiped your tears and kept your secrets. I taught you your own strength. I saved your life, and your child's.

My body aches. My heart aches. And I would not trade one minute of it.

I am JUST a Labor and Delivery nurse.

A Simple Classroom Idea Teachers Could Try: Quiet CrittersA simple classroom strategy called Quiet Critters, and the stu...
09/23/2026

A Simple Classroom Idea Teachers Could Try: Quiet Critters

A simple classroom strategy called Quiet Critters, and the students quickly became excited about it.

The idea is simple: small, colorful critters made from pom-poms, googly eyes, and felt feet “live” in a special jar. They only come out when the classroom is calm because loud noises are said to scare their tiny ears.

Once a critter comes out, it sits on a student’s desk and “watches” them learn. Students can gently pat their critter, but picking it up can make it “scared.”

If the classroom becomes too noisy, the critter moves toward the edge of the desk. If the noise continues, the critter returns to its jar.

At the end of the lesson, students who kept their critter can receive a small reward, such as points or stickers—or simply enjoy the pride of keeping their little classroom friend safe.

The best part is how inexpensive and easy they are to make: pom-poms, googly eyes, and small felt feet can quickly become colorful Quiet Critters.

For teachers looking for a fun way to encourage quieter, calmer classrooms, this simple idea may be worth trying. Sometimes, a little imagination can turn classroom expectations into something children genuinely want to follow.

"Last night I shared a post that said, 'Hey, the flu shot isn't about you.' Sitting here, soaking up every ounce of caff...
09/22/2026

"Last night I shared a post that said, 'Hey, the flu shot isn't about you.' Sitting here, soaking up every ounce of caffeine before my night shift, I figured I should elaborate.

The flu shot is for Influenza, a severe respiratory illness that can lead to death. Have you ever had it? I have, and it's awful. You spike fevers, every bone and muscle in your body aches, and no matter how hard you try, you just can't seem to catch your breath.

You get the flu shot not always for you, but for those around you.

For the grandparents, whose bodies are not what they used to be, and they just can't kick an illness in the butt like when they were young.

For the 30 year old, with HIV or AIDS, who has a weakened immune system.

For the 25-year-old mother of 3 who has cancer. She has absolutely zero immune system because of chemotherapy.

For the newborn baby who was just welcomed into the world, and isn't quite strong enough to fight off infections on his own.

For the nurses and doctors that take care of you. If they get sick, they can't go to work and take care of the countless patients that need them.

For the 50-year-old husband who needs a medication for his chronic illness, and that medication also weakens his immune system.

For the pregnant mom that has been trying to get pregnant for years, and now she's trying to stay healthy for her unborn baby.

For the single dad who can't take any more sick days and needs to provide for his kids.

For the 7-year-old boy that just wants to play with his friends. But he has a disease that puts him at a higher risk for infection, so he has to stay inside.

The flu shot is NOT always about you. It's about protecting those around you, who cannot always protect themselves.

I have been in the room as a patient has passed away, because of influenza. I have watched patients struggle to breathe, because of influenza. I have busted my butt to provide tylenol, warm blankets, nebulizers, etc. to keep that patient comfortable and fighting a terrible respiratory infection.

Herd immunity is a thing. Influenza killing people is a thing. You getting the flu shot, should be a thing."

-- Nurse Amanda Catherine Bitz

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