All Good Things Must Come To An End

I’ve been avoiding this post for a long time, but it’s finally time. The era of Jae Mommma is coming to an end. It’s just time. I’ve been half-heartedly managing this blog, but you all deserve more. If you’d like to keep up with me and the future of Jae Mommma, follow my personal Instagram: @freetobejazzy. 🧡 This blog will be available until February 18, 2022. Because I know this content is meaningful and can help mothers through difficult times, it will be rebooted in another space in due time.

I’m experiencing a shift in my life and unfortunately, Jae Mommma as it shows up today, isn’t joining me in my next phase. To reiterate, this is not the end of my relevant, relatable content. Think “transfiguration.”

I’m thankful for every like, share, comment, and save. Every encouraging word and piece of advice. 💛

Thank you.

Until next time, Jaz


Coffee Talks: Potty Training Positivity

With two toddlers running around, potty training and positivity are not two words that I have felt meshed together lately. However, it’s a new year, …

Coffee Talks: Potty Training Positivity

Mother’s Day in Quarantine + Books About Motherhood

“To a parent, your child wasn’t just a person: your child was a place, a kind of Narnia, a vast eternal place where the present you were living and …

Mother’s Day in Quarantine + Books About Motherhood

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I’m Excited About My Period!

“I’m so looking forward to getting my period this month!” -No one, ever. Well, actually, that was me this. Yes, I’ll be the first to admit it. I actually looked forward to Aunt Flo’s visit this month, but not for obvious reasons. …Obvious reasons?? This month was the month I tried a period cup or a menstrual cup and naturally, I want to tell you all about it! This post does not contain any pictures of blood, but it does contain a whole lotta TMI! Continue reading “I’m Excited About My Period!”

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An Open Letter to My Son

For a while, I have been wanting to publish an open letter to my son, but the timing never seemed right, until now. Here’s an excerpt from An Open Letter to My Son.

“…Dear Poppy, my most wonderful and treasured gift,

Just a few days ago, your father asked me to explain how I feel about you but wasn’t easy. Not because I am unsure of how I feel, but the fullness of a miracle cannot be adequately explained, only experienced. There aren’t enough words, phrases, expressions, or languages in the entire world to truly explain how I feel about you or to summarize in a few moments the love I have for you. It will take a lifetime just to give you a peek into my love for you, but I will do my best to try here and now.

The week before I found out that I was pregnant with you, I told your dad that I felt like something was missing from my life. He asked what that “it” was, but I couldn’t tell him because I wasn’t certain. A few days later, I received my answer. It was you, Son. My life was nearly perfect, but it was missing you. Now, I feel complete.

Watching you grow each and every day has been the greatest joy of my life. You are smart, funny, intelligent, inquisitive, curious, loving, and so much more. I could not have been blessed with a more perfect son. When I look at you, I see the future. I see hope and all that is good in the world. You have a light about you that will only grow brighter. Don’t ever let anything or anyone dim your light, including me.

Poppy, it is my prayer that the world gives you all of the desires of your heart. I pray that life treats you fairly, people treat you kindly, and I hope that your father and I raise you to return that same energy to the world. The journey that is life will not always be easy, but I promise to be here to support you and love you, unconditionally, as long as there are breath and life in my body.

Son, you are prayers in the flesh, hopes and dreams manifested. You are everything that I have ever wanted and needed in a child. I thank God for you every single day for blessing me with the honor and duty of being your mother. These words here are only able to illustrate but a minuscule, a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of my love and gratitude for you.

Son, my Poppy, I love you more than you’ll ever, ever know.


The One With the Boobies and the Milkies.

The Ultimate Stay At Home Mom Must Have

Did you know that prisoners placed in solitary confinement spend 23 hours alone each day? When they are allowed out of their cells, they are still segregated from the general population. If the incarcerated individual is allowed visits, they are often brief, non-contact visits.

Other than the need to shed a light on America’s prison reform and justice systems, can you draw the parallels between being a prisoner and being a SAHM? If you haven’t learned by now, I’m incredibly dramatic, often correct, but dramatic nonetheless! 😁

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