Inspirational

Now, take a step back in time, and read what letters to Santa once-upon-a-1915 looked like...

One parent declared the reading was “religious indoctrination” and "unconstitutional."

“My husband and I have agreed that when I’m done having babies, I can at least get a lift, if not a full-blown boob job,” Miranda announced casually in the middle of our breastfeeding conversation.

"I wasn’t supposed to look like this. Or feel like this. I was supposed to look like I was 24 again. The same girl who you dated for years before we got pregnant. The girl who never cared if we left the lights on. That girl never came back. She took my confidence. She ran with my flat stomach. She took all the good parts of me and now she’s gone."

We hit a breaking point. We were so tired of rushing from house to house; we had truly begun to dread holiday season. It was time to make a change.

"So why do we hate Mondays? Perhaps it’s because we’re uncomfortable. We’re uncomfortable living a life that fights for dreams we didn’t dream. Instead, we’re working for dreams that society created for us."

"It’s everywhere. All the time. Everyone is constantly talking about it. Thinking about it. Fighting about it."

"I was surrounded by fire. I immediately thought of my kids, the man I love so much, my family. I lost it…I called them all and between sobs I said, How very much I loved them, how sorry I was."