Link to Hello Darling on your blog!

<a href="http://www.mops.org/mom" title="Hello, Darling"><img src="http://www.mops.org/images/blog-share.jpg" alt="MOPS International blog" /></a>

Thanks for subscribing!

Get ready for a weekly digest of great stuff from our site!

Don't worry, if you get tired of us you can unsubscribe any time from your email preferences.

Whoops, we couldn't subscribe you

We have to know your email to subscribe you, so check that you're logged in or enter it in the box below.

If you don't have account yet, it is super easy to make one!

Whoops, we didn't quite catch that.

We don't allow anonymous comments, so check that you're logged in.

If you don't have account yet, it is super easy to make one!

honestly

It Doesn't Have to be Big to be Courageous

Along the parenting journey, I felt a sense of longing and loss. Who was I now? Some of my friendships dwindled, hobbies subsided, and returning to work was no longer feasible. How do I find myself again? Bravely, I decided to search. read more

essentials

5 Mothering Should I's

When motherhood arrived on my doorstep I wanted to do things the “right” way. I had some preconceived ideas about what that meant. And as I adopted them, I found the assumptions I held about what was best were often just plain wrong. read more

essentials

Raising Kids Who Know Who They Are

Raising kids to know who they are is no small task, especially when many of us still question our own identities. Raising kids to know who they are means we need to ditch these crazy standards we call normal, and choose wellness. read more

honestly

Courage Suppressant

Comparison is the suppressor of courage. Slowly and subtly the act of comparing ourselves stifles the ability to bravely be who we are as individuals, women and mothers. It takes courage to view ourselves as mothers in real light and not the shadows of other woman. read more

self

On Working Toward Self-Awareness

I don’t know exactly how it happened. It is a memory that stands out from the rest. We were driving to church, and my older brother wouldn’t be quiet. And I remember my mom saying, “Clay, can you please be quiet? Look at your sister. See how quiet she can be? Be like her.” read more