It was the wee hours of the night, the house was still except for me and my oldest daughter (an infant at the time) rocking away in the big arm chair in her nursery. It was a marathon nursing and cuddling session and I was tired and emotional (which was a common state for me when my children were babes). On this particular night, as I tried to keep myself engaged and awake, I started thinking about how I didn’t want my daughter to one day, feel the loneliness and fear and unworthiness that I felt in my beginning days as a mom if/when she became a mom herself. I wondered what I could do as she grew up to help stave off those feelings for her when she entered adulthood. I then thought about how wonderful it would be to be able to read a raw account of what my mother and my mother’s mother and her mother thought about, worried over, wondered, wished for and needed while raising their children. That connection to my amazing lineage would have been so impactful to me as a new mom and so I thought one of the greatest gifts I could give my children would be an honest, real and unedited narrative of my motherhood journey. Since I had already been (to the amazement of my friends) documenting the many adorable anecdotes, important details and the struggles I faced in my new gig, I started to believe that I could create guided journals for moms that would capture the emotional side of motherhood and could potentially be treasured heirlooms to pass through the generations.

This sparked the creation of A Life In Pages.