Feeling stressed? Panicky? Angry?

Stop what you’re doing and try this:

  1. Notice your breath. Is it slow? Deep? Shallow? Just notice it. Don’t manipulate it.
  2. Begin to count. Inhale: one. Exhale: two. Inhale: three. Exhale: four. And so on. Count to 10 in this manner, and then start again.
  3. Pay attention to your breath. If you notice your mind going on autopilot so it can plan, or ruminate, or anger; gently steer it back to your counting and your breath.
  4. Just your breath. That’s it.
  5. Do this until you feel a little less panicky. A little less stressed. A little more in tune with your intentions for the day.

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Seeing my husband become a daddy to our little girl has transformed him in my eyes. I already thought he was pretty great — obviously, I married him — but seeing this side of him awakens a part of my heart that I wasn’t aware existed.

His normal stoic and serious demeanor turns to that of pure delight when he’s conversing with our almost-two-year-old. He has a laugh so light and airy like I’ve never heard in him before.

Parenthood, marriage, motherhood… it’s all a trip, but one I’d take over and over and over again.

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Why do you write? I write because I love words. Big words. Little words. Weird words. Plain words. I love being able to organize conceptual thinking at a granular level and on paper. I love giving my voice a tangible home. And I love connecting with others through writing. What about you?

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Chauvin is found guilty of murder. Though his sentence has yet to be determined it is proposed that he will receive far less than the 40 years he could be handed. 12.5 years is the sentence for second-degree murder but the state of Minnesota has asked for more time. Will…

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Last week, on a day when I was particularly overloaded, my daughter ate cat food and watched entirely too much Elmo.

You know what? That’s okay. It doesn’t make me a bad mom. She survived. The next day, she woke up bubbly and sweet like she does every morning. She’s my world, and I’ll always do my best. Sometimes my best is cat food and Elmo.

If you think that’s a mom fail…I guess that’s your problem. Folks ought to give a little more grace to those around them. Especially, parents to other parents. Share a little love instead of judgment.

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B. Élisse Smith

B. Élisse Smith

Mommy. Wife. Writer of Words. My Toddler thinks I’m hilarious. She’s hilarious-er. www.elissesmith.com