The Parent I Am When No One’s Looking
Essays and Reflections on the Emotional Labor of Parenthood
They see the lunch boxes. The bedtime stories. The pickups and drop-offs.
But they don’t see the whispered doubts. The guilt that tucks in beside us. The weight we carry alone.
This is the book for what comes after the cheerfully filtered posts and perfectly folded onesies, after the noise dies down and you’re left with the echo of your own thoughts.
In this tender, unflinching collection, The Parent I Am When No One’s Looking names the invisible load so many carry in silence. Through raw essays, gentle reflections, and moments of kintsugi gold in the cracks, this book speaks to every mother or parent who has ever asked:
Am I doing enough? Am I still me? Does any of this count?
Structured around four intimate sections: The Weight We Carry, The Cracks That Form, The Holding On, and The Becoming; this book is a companion for sleepless nights, sacred small wins, and the sacred in-between moments we rarely name.
Whether you are raising littles, teens, or something in between, these pages offer a place to exhale. To be seen. To remember:
Even when no one is looking, you are becoming.
And even in the quiet, you are not alone.
Essays and Reflections on the Emotional Labor of Parenthood
They see the lunch boxes. The bedtime stories. The pickups and drop-offs.
But they don’t see the whispered doubts. The guilt that tucks in beside us. The weight we carry alone.
This is the book for what comes after the cheerfully filtered posts and perfectly folded onesies, after the noise dies down and you’re left with the echo of your own thoughts.
In this tender, unflinching collection, The Parent I Am When No One’s Looking names the invisible load so many carry in silence. Through raw essays, gentle reflections, and moments of kintsugi gold in the cracks, this book speaks to every mother or parent who has ever asked:
Am I doing enough? Am I still me? Does any of this count?
Structured around four intimate sections: The Weight We Carry, The Cracks That Form, The Holding On, and The Becoming; this book is a companion for sleepless nights, sacred small wins, and the sacred in-between moments we rarely name.
Whether you are raising littles, teens, or something in between, these pages offer a place to exhale. To be seen. To remember:
Even when no one is looking, you are becoming.
And even in the quiet, you are not alone.
Essays and Reflections on the Emotional Labor of Parenthood
They see the lunch boxes. The bedtime stories. The pickups and drop-offs.
But they don’t see the whispered doubts. The guilt that tucks in beside us. The weight we carry alone.
This is the book for what comes after the cheerfully filtered posts and perfectly folded onesies, after the noise dies down and you’re left with the echo of your own thoughts.
In this tender, unflinching collection, The Parent I Am When No One’s Looking names the invisible load so many carry in silence. Through raw essays, gentle reflections, and moments of kintsugi gold in the cracks, this book speaks to every mother or parent who has ever asked:
Am I doing enough? Am I still me? Does any of this count?
Structured around four intimate sections: The Weight We Carry, The Cracks That Form, The Holding On, and The Becoming; this book is a companion for sleepless nights, sacred small wins, and the sacred in-between moments we rarely name.
Whether you are raising littles, teens, or something in between, these pages offer a place to exhale. To be seen. To remember:
Even when no one is looking, you are becoming.
And even in the quiet, you are not alone.