Every Monday and Thursday at motherscope.com you will find a new story or poem written by one of our 31 regular contributors from around the world.
At Motherscope, we believe stories are unique and universal. Our mission is to democratize writing and storytelling by elevating the voices of mothers. We believe reading stories is a self-exploratory and unifying experience. When we receive and celebrate another mother's story, we become open to honoring our own.
These stories are here to keep you company, remind you you're never alone on this motherhood journey, and inspire you to take the time to write your own.
The Little Things
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.
To Whom Falls in Love With My Daughter
By Kate Bailey | To whom falls in love with my daughter, I couldn’t stop thinking about you today while I laid down next to April for a nap. A small baby - only 21 months old - just a fresh, new thing on this planet. It was a cloudy day, but somehow the little bit of sunlight there filtered its way through my curtains and danced across her face.
Raising the Future
By Holly Ruskin | I have a t-shirt and it says, ‘Raising the Future’. It came with a card with the same slogan and the day it arrived I slotted it into the full-length mirror in our bedroom. Every day when I get dressed, usually while my daughter clings to my legs or demands to be involved somehow, my eyes skim over that card.
In Sickness and Health: The Bond Between Mother and Daughter
By Kelsey Cichoski | There are some moments in motherhood that become turning points. Some are painful, and some are so joyful they’re remembered forever. This is one of my turning points that I hope to always remember. The excitement was more than I could have imagined
53 Hours
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.