By Eunice Brownlee | The thing that amuses me most about motherhood is how much of it centers on celebrating not just milestones, but the first time our kids do something. When our kids are babies, it seems that those firsts are happening on an almost daily basis and it’s hard to keep up.

By Eunice Brownlee | I never wanted to be a mother.
At twenty three years old, I tried to convince a doctor to let me have my tubes tied because I knew then I definitely did not want kids. I was told I was “too young to make that kind of decision” and “you’ll probably change your mind when you’re older.”

By Eunice Brownlee | Motherhood is nothing short of a series of choices. From the moment we know we are pregnant, the choices begin. Picking out clothes and nursery items. Creating a birth plan. Selecting a name for the baby.

By Eunice Brownlee | Of all the things no one tells you before you become a mother, it’s how the little moments that annoy you will become meaningful when your kids get older. When my daughter was early elementary age, she would always wake up at the crack of dawn on Saturday and the first thing she would do was come into my room and start chattering my ear off about something.

By Eunice Brownlee | Recently, an acquaintance of mine posted an Instagram update that her son had been found safe. If I were still using Facebook, I would have known that he had disappeared on his own accord 39 hours earlier. I would have been able to tell her that I completely understood what she was going through because I had lived the same nightmare eighteen months before.