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babybluebex · 16 days
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yes i know i'm extremely late on the mother's day front, seeing as i've got 10 minutes left in the day, but don't think about being dom's wife and having your first mother's day with him
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like i think the first one would be while you're still pregnant, and you go to his house and have lunch with miss jennifer and bella and dom, and he's sorta being protective the whole time even though he doesn't need to be, just helping you stand up and sit down, getting up to get you stuff so you don't have to get up, stuff like that and he gets up to get you more water while at lunch, and his mom waits until he's fully out of the room before leaning forward and going "i've never seen him like this before" and you're like "aha yeah he's acting a little neurotic today... more than usual" and miss jennifer is like "no, i mean... he's good around his cousins and their kids, but i've never seen him... attentive like this. this is a first for him" and bella chimes in "yeah, he's bending over backwards for you. i mean, as he should, you're literally carrying his child, but he's never been like this" and you're like "huh. weird." but he comes back before any of you can say more and lands a kiss on your head as he sits down and when you go to leave, miss jennifer hands you a little gift bag "don't open this until you're back home" and winks at you, and she hugs you "happy mother's day, momma" and you do as your mother-in-law asked, you wait until you're back in your nyc apartment and your husband goes to futz around in the nursery as per usual (he always has some sort of project that he's doing, adjusting the furniture or rearranging the books on the shelf; you think he's making up excuses just to spend time in there) and you sit on your bed as you go into the bag and extract a little striped onesie, an old baby clothes brand that you're not sure exists anymore, snaps on the front and little mitts over the hands, and the tag inside says "newborn", but then you notice a little red stitching on the back of the collar: DAS. dominic a sessa. and your eyes water and your heart explodes as you hold your husband's baby onesie, and you tug out the card from the bag and read jen's handwriting "we brought dominic home from the hospital in this onesie. hopefully you can do the same with your own. you know who to call if you need anything. xo, grandma jen" and you go to dom in the nursery and sniffle as you show him the onesie and he chuckles "oh wow... this old thing..." and he rests his hands on your little belly as he kisses your shoulder "this time next year, they'll be with us"
and he's right, fast forward 365 days, and you wake up to a light knock on the door to the bedroom, you squint and grunt, and the door winges open to show your husband, a shadow on his jaw, your six month old son in his arms as he balances a plate in one hand, and little frankie squeals when he sees you, and it puts an instant smile on your face "well, hi, boys" you rasp sleepily, and you reach out for your son, taking him in your arms and dom sits on the edge of the bed and smiles as he watches you land a kiss on his son's nose, and he says "do you know what today is?" and you wrinkle your eyebrows "sunday?" and dom laughs "well, yes, but what else?" and you shrug, bouncing fussy frankie a little "it's mother's day" and you're like "oh. i forgot. i have to call my mom" and dom's like "right, but eat some breakfast first" and the plate he brought in has pancakes and cut-up strawberries on it, and dom says "frankester helped me cook. didn't you, stink?" and frankie claps a little in excitement "and by 'helped you cook', you certainly mean he ate some mashed-up strawberries while you burnt a few pancakes?" you ask, grabbing a strawberry with your fingers "the only way he knows how to help" dom nods, and he falls silent while you start to eat, but you notice his unusual silence, and you're like "what's wrong, dommy?" "nothing" he says easily "just enjoying our first mother's day as a family" and you can't help but smile, and you tug dom by his arm into a kiss, and frankie reaches up to touch his father's chin and he does a tiny baby giggle that makes dom laugh "alright, mister, what's so funny?" he asks, and frankie just looks at him with the same almond dark eyes that dom has and a smile on his gummy mouth
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pr0ximamidnight · 8 months
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girl dinner this and girl dinner that but no one mentions mom dinner where you end up eating five cold dinosaur nuggets with their heads bitten off, half a banana, and apple skins
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jechristine · 6 months
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Your baby is so sweet. 😍 I’m glad I got to glimpse him before you take it down. As a woman in her late 20s/early 30s, do you have any advice for those of us who are on the fence about children and motherhood? When I think about having and supporting a child, I just don’t know how to wrap my head around it. My partner and I both work and make enough to get by, but we don’t have generational wealth and don’t live close to family. We’d be amazing parents but there’s so many obstacles. We both deal with chronic but manageable health issues. How would we afford childcare and healthcare and student loan debt and safe housing (we rent, probably forever with the housing market like it is)? Or when considering having kids, do you just hope for the best and not think about all of the scary things?
You and I are a lot alike. My husband and I doing pretty well and are happy in our jobs, but we both went to school for a long time (some would say too long!) and we didn’t get any money from our parents to buy property so we, too, rent and we have seemingly interminable student loans. And our parents live far away, but they will come visit if, say, my husband is going to be away for a week on a work trip. To be honest, we would have more kids if we felt that we could afford more daycare and aftercare and college savings, etc.
Yes, we basically just hoped/are hoping for the best lol. We had my daughter before I was employed, when I was still finishing my degree. And it was really rough for a while, financially! Still we can’t afford everything that my daughter wants (like, ballet OR gymnastics? Favorite restaurant on Friday but not on Tuesday, too, etc.) We’d probably travel more or live in a bigger house or fancier neighborhood if we had more money and fewer expenses, too. So there are compromises.
One thing I’ll say about kids is that before they show up, they can feel like strangers who are coming to ruin your life. You don’t know them, let alone love them, and so it’s not really rational to invite this massive responsibility and financial burden into your life. BUT when they arrive, and IME increasingly over the first year, they become the most lovable, magical little people, and also IME there’s no love like the love for a child. Speaking for myself, I never truly imagined what that love would feel like before it was there. It’s life altering. I would give up every other experience I’ve ever had to keep motherhood.
Back down to earth, I’d say look into state and local benefits around childcare and food. We have so far to go as a country (I’m assuming you’re American), but depending where you live and your income, there may be supports that you haven’t considered.
And last thing—I’m speaking for my experience only, and part of that is that I have a wonderful partner who gladly does 50% or more of domestic labor and at-home childcare. I’m not saying it can’t be done otherwise. One of my very good friends on her own adopted a child 6 years ago and is making it work. But that’s another thing to consider.
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a-lil-perspective · 2 years
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Real quick Mama Cyare giving Auntie baby pointers. :)
Legit Cyare is the baby hack/tips/tricks Queen. A dozen babies or som. She knows her Stuff™.
Although she’s kind of stumped when she beholds the chillest baby Asher. She had a whole bunch of excessive crying/colic/diaper rash tricks up her sleeve, ready to step in and save the day. Instead she’s aghast like “Dee you have the perfect baby I don’t know what to tell you???”
Lol Cyare does still offer tips and advice and answers general questions (and Dee has a lot of them). Her knowledge is endless. She teaches Dee about keeping Asher stretched out and mobile, fist clenching = hungry, massaging his tummy to help with milk digestion, the best diaper/bottle/clothing brands, and aftercare for momma too! And she always ALWAYS offers to babysit so that the new mama can have a break, despite having her own young brood back at home.
Cyare is a real one.
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dreams-of-fate · 8 months
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"Somewhere between those beginnings and now, Rebecca traded her disinterest in motherhood for an obsession she can't articulate. She was wary, until she wasn't. She didn't want a baby, until it became the only thing she needed.
And yet most of the time, she's angry at herself for being a hostage to the longing. The desperation feels like her greatest weakness. She can't find the discipline to escape it, despite how tightly she can focus every other part of herself. Every other thought she has."
~ the whispers, pg. 96.
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elusive---ivory · 1 year
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Yandere!Husband x Mother!Reader
I figured since it is Mother's Day (where I am anyways). I would make another piece about your Yandere husband and your life with him <3. TW: afab, pregnancy mention, nsfw mentions, children, possessive behavior, manipulation.
From the moment he laid his eyes on you, he knew he had to have you. You were everything he could think about. Your eyes, hair, and smile captivated him so much. He was practically dying to be in your arms.
There was one thing in his way, though. It was that you only saw him as a mere friend. Nothing more, nothing less. He had gone through the same experience time and time again. He determined to make you see that he was the one for you.
Whether it be tiny little white lies that shake your self-esteem so that you only come to him for guidance. Or he might sabotage your relationships with your friends to show you that he's the only one you can trust. He would go as far as to create doubt that your current partner could be cheating on you, so that you would dump that partner, just to favor him.
How he would stalk your social media page for hours, searching keywords to get the best photos of you. When you finally let your barriers down, you asked him on a date. At first, he didn't know how to react. He maintained a very cool and calculated persona but bursts into an excited squeal whenever he's around you. He's so grateful to be in your presence. He's like a lovesick puppy!
He would definitely show up with flowers every day because he absolutely adores you. He dresses to impress so you also wonder how many tuxes he owns because he wears so many. He enjoys it when he kisses you. he can't help but stare in your eyes, completely in love.
He had prepared to propose to you the moment he meet you. He wanted you to become his completely. He was patient and he was kind, but only for so long. When you took it upon yourself to ask for his hand in marriage, he was over the moon. He was finally going to get the happy ending he so desperately longed for. He had a ring your size and was already planning wedding preparations.
The day he got married to you would be the best moment of his life. He adores you in your wedding gown and tears up at the sight of you walking down the aisle. He's so happy to share this day with you. You're his only one.
When your children were born, your husband couldn't be more joyous. You had twins, which was double the diapers and tasks. But, he was more than happy to help out with them as toddlers or infants. He loves his children because they are a reflection of his endless love for you. Because you are apart of their creation, he can see your eyes in the twins.
He will die, kill, or even throw a bomb for his beautiful family, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
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feral-ballad · 11 months
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I was a sick child in so many ways, always bent with allergies, forever frozen, bloated, out of my body. Because there was no refuge anywhere, I believed that I had to adapt to my shitty life, so every year I tried to accept it, accept the turmoil, the suicidal ideation my mother’s presence left me in. The way her groping fingers left my body forever in a state of distress. I didn’t know peace or reprieve. I only felt an anger I couldn’t express, and the more I wanted to, the more I grew fearful of doing so, inevitably shutting down.
Fariha Róisín, from Who Is Wellness For?: An Examination of Wellness Culture and Who It Leaves Behind
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purrsongs · 8 months
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something about weird little girls and weird old women and raising kids and changelings
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samanthamulder · 11 months
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TVARCHIVE'S TV APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 | DAY 7: the show you wish everyone would watch
EVIL (2019- ) — The church has a backlog of about 500,000 requests for exorcisms and miracle appraisals. And [we] are hired by the church to investigate unexplained phenomenon and to recommend whether there should be an exorcism or further research. -I didn't know that was a job. -It is.
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tinyhandsonmyapron · 10 days
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05.19.2024
I found out yesterday that I'm finally pregnant! 💛
We had actually just had our consultation with a fertility specialist Friday, the day before. I feel like that timing is so funny, like I had to scare my body into behaving: "if you don't work, you're gonna end up poked and prodded and all kinds of shots and medications, so get it together!" Idk maybe that's just my sense of humor.
Now to call my OBGYN tomorrow, get on the waitlist at my son's daycare, and decide when to tell people!
We're going to Disney World in two weeks. I had wanted to wait to tell my family until 12 weeks because honestly my mom stressed me out last time haha, but I don't know if I'll be able to keep it a secret when I'm turning down going on rides I love so much.
I'm just so relieved and grateful and maybe now more anxious? What if after all this time and heartbreak month after month I lose it?
Also I have a strong gut feeling it's a girl. I didn't have that with my son, at least, not until I started feeling his flutters around 16 weeks. Then I knew he was a boy, even if I somewhat preferred a girl. I also had a different girl name in mind, but it's the strangest thing. If it's a girl after all, I know her name, and I was actually not my first choice.
I just love this baby so much already 💛🥹
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blatantlynotokay · 2 days
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Being An @na Mom
I feel like having Anna has not changed me much as a mom. Many a therapist and mutuals have always been worried about how my @na affects my children.
Yes I keep snacks in the house (see photo) my children have their own access to the snacks and are able to get snacks at anytime with the day they wish to. Majority of the snacks are organic or relatively healthy such as chips, organic fruit bars, and organic applesauce pouches. As for their meals, I typically hand make all of their meals. Breakfast can look like pancakes and eggs or maybe turkey bacon and oatmeal. Lunch can be a homemade non-processed peanut butter and homemade jelly sandwich. And typically for dinner we have some sort of chicken and veggies or fish and veggies. Dinner is usually the only meal that I eat the food with, but I don’t think they’ve ever thought that was strange that mommy doesn’t eat exactly what they eat because they never really eat the same thing anyways. I know this can seem like a lot that I make three different dishes for every meal But I never really find it tedious and everything’s quite easy to make.
I tried to make sure that my children have a very healthy relationship with food. I never try to restrict in anyway, shape or form. Some days they want fast food or pizza for dinner and I never really tell them no unless we’ve had that the day before. I still let them. Typically, I do not eat what they eat for dinner. I will just make something else and I don’t think that they’ve ever thought that it was weird or strange that mommy doesn’t eat pizza or McDonald with them. They’ve always just accepted that that’s how things are. And my oldest knows that I have various health concerns and can’t eat typical foods. I have a gluten intolerance and pcos. Which, even if I wasn’t, Anna would stop me from eating certain foods.
I tried to create a different environment then what I grew up. My entire life my parents had always been obese. Not just slightly overweight, but medically considered obese. it was always so interesting though because my parents would never let me eat snacks or sugary cereal and essentially we had an ingredient household. my parents were never home once I started elementary school. They would often tell me to feed myself, but in an ingredient household as a five-year-old I would typically just end up eating a slice of bread. They wouldn’t come home for dinner often so I would end up eating very little throughout the day. They never packed my lunch or gave me money for lunch so I typically never ate at school (this was a time before school had free lunch). Not eating was just a normal thing for me in my childhood so I always try to make sure that my children always have access to food and are well cared for.
Another angle that people often attack me from is if I would become like Mrs. Hadid and her handful of almond. And personally, I don’t think that I ever would. I know that children will eat exactly how much they need to eat in order to fuel their body. I try to teach them healthy eating habits, such as if they’re bored to lean towards fruit or vegetable over processed food. While they are still very young 6 & 3 I don’t see myself changing this mindset. I grew up starving I know what it’s like to starve. I know what it’s like to cry yourself to sleep because your stomach hurts so bad. I never want that for my children. I honestly never want that for any of you reading this. But here we are.
I’m always pro recovery. Block don’t report
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artbyanca · 10 months
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Apollo and Artemis protecting their mother from the giant Tityos.
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a-dorin · 8 months
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motherhood in star wars
this has probably been discussed before, but the theme of motherhood and being a mother in the realm of star wars media has been on my mind lately.
here is my question: why is theme of motherhood in star wars so fucking tragic?
first of all, most (not all) mothers of force-sensitive children have their children taken from them at a young age so they can join the jedi order. and the worst part is that these mothers never really see their children again because the order forbids attachments. it is so heart-breaking to have your child taken from you to join a weird, cult-like order where you will never see them again. there is a sense of loss and suffering in that aspect.
then we have a plethora of characters who are mothers and DIE (leia, padmé, shmi), who lose their mothers or lose someone close to them after becoming a mother.
padmé amidala literally loses her life to complications of childbirth. she did not even get to experience motherhood before her life was ripped away from her. it's so upsetting to me because of her eagerness to raise her children with anakin and live a life of happiness with her new family.
leia is born an orphan who has no mother (yes i know she is adopted by bail and breha) but she literally comes into this world without her biological mother because her mom dies from the complications of childbirth! then, leia loses her son ben to the dark side, only to sacrifice herself in the sequels. which, causes rey distress because she was a mentor and (sort of) a maternal figure towards her!
shmi skywalker literally loses her relationship with her son after he departs with qui-gon and obi-wan. and she literally also dies after reuniting with anakin once more in aotc. she loses the one thing that meant the most to her (ani - her pride and joy!) and does not get to fulfill her role of raising him into adulthood.
while hera does have an adopted family (zeb, ezra, sabine, chopper) she does not get to experience the life with the family she created with kanan because he literally dies. while she received the ability to be a mother to jacen, she lost her spouse.
why does being a mother in the star wars universe only bring you tragedy, loss, and even your life? what do the writers have against womanhood and motherhood? i am aware there are good portrayals of motherhood in star wars, but 75% of the mothers suffer.
it's infuriating to me, and i am sure it's just rambling, but it truly is so upsetting that we do not have many feel-good, healthy, fulfilling portrayals of motherhood in star wars. women deserve to see it. everyone deserves to see it.
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terrence-silver · 2 months
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How would Terry feel if beloved didn’t want any children out of fear of thinking she’d be a bad mother?
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He'd think they'd be a perfect mother, and oh, ego driven grandeur, his opinion precedes everyone's, even beloved's, seeing as how he'd just about convince them they'd be the most amazing parent because he thinks so. Because he says so. What? Someone wants to disagree? There's no disagreeing in this dojo! There's no arguing either. Fear doesn't exist! Neither do insecurities or any sort of weaknesses. Both will be purged accordingly and replaced with whatever he deems fit. Sure. He can listen to differing opinions, but ultimately, his word is law. His word is final all while he acts like there's a sense of egalitarian democracy at hand here. Spoiler; there ain't.
He's heard you, yes, but he's already made up his mind eons ago.
And of course, lets not forget, whatever he concludes is paramount in any case.
Terry's the one deciding what constitutes as a 'bad' anything.
Naturally, beloved gets convinced into his point of view. Slowly and certainly. Or not so slowly --- depends when he wants this. Under what schedule. Building on a foundation of patience or eagerness. Regardless, beloved gets trained into it, perhaps, without even noticing they're being deliberately conditioned, getting the impression this change of heart must be their own, uninfluenced by anything or anyone else around them which is precisely what Terry wants anyway all while sweetly manipulating and encouraging beloved to think the same way as him, or rather, think the way he wants them to think. Hey, if this guy can butter up someone into kicking iron pipes and wooden planks and willingly break their own foot and fists mid-training then he can convince a blind man that the grass is pink in color --- or someone dubious about their own future parentage skills that they'd be a phenomenal parent, which, ironically, self-fulfilling prophecy and all, they probably will be once Terry's done tinkering with their mind. The power of suggestion is astounding like that. He picked beloved. Singled them out. He wants and desires them. So, automatically, that makes them the very best. And if you repeat a piece of information a million times it tends to ironically start coming true. Becomes spoken into existence. In this case, if he simply makes beloved believe they'd be a great mother --- that is what they'll become. And Terry will be fully aware and conscious he did that. He was the controller and the sole architect of this outcome. He was the teacher. The Sensei.
He crystallized beloved.
He couldn't be cockier and prouder. By the end of it, oh, he'll have beloved over here happy, excited and even utterly enthusiastic with the prospect of motherhood, even if it is something they initially didn't exactly want to do. In fact, especially then. He wants beloved to practically thank him and beam with loving gratitude due to him being the first (and only) one to see the potential of them having it in them all along. To be grateful that he 'discovered them' in so many ways.
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wildemaven · 27 days
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spent most of therapy crying… being a human is hard sometimes
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mad-girlslove-song · 4 months
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tw: suicide
my notes app: when i kill myself leave my body at my mother's doorstep so she can eat me and give birth to me again and maybe this time around i'll make her proud
also my notes app: sweet potato taco recipe
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