Christina Stanley

Christina Stanley -M O T H E R- of 7 little humans
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That little pink mark on the back of your baby’s neck?Some call it a stork bite.Others call it an angel kiss.Some say it...
06/13/2026

That little pink mark on the back of your baby’s neck?

Some call it a stork bite.
Others call it an angel kiss.

Some say it’s where an angel kissed your baby before sending them to earth.

There’s something sweet about imagining your baby arrived carrying a little reminder of heaven’s love.

Whether you believe the story or not, it’s one of those tiny details that makes your baby uniquely theirs. 🤍🪽

“I’m running to the store real fa-“My toddler:
06/12/2026

“I’m running to the store real fa-“
My toddler:

“Just buy a house.”As if homes still cost what they did 10 years ago.As if saving for a down payment is easy while payin...
06/12/2026

“Just buy a house.”

As if homes still cost what they did 10 years ago.

As if saving for a down payment is easy while paying rent, groceries, childcare, insurance, and everything else that keeps getting more expensive.

As if one paycheck should magically stretch far enough to make it happen.

For a lot of families, it’s not a matter of not wanting a home.

It’s a matter of doing everything right and still feeling like the finish line keeps moving farther away.

So if you’re still renting, still saving, still waiting…

You’re not behind.

You’re building your future one step at a time. 🤍

One day, I’ll walk into a store…and nobody will ask to sit in the cart.There won’t be a diaper bag on my shoulder,a stro...
06/12/2026

One day, I’ll walk into a store…

and nobody will ask to sit in the cart.

There won’t be a diaper bag on my shoulder,
a stroller to push,
or a toddler reaching for everything within arm’s length.

No little voice asking,
“Mom, can we go look at the toys?”

No stopping every few aisles for snacks,
bathroom breaks,
or to count heads one more time just to make sure everyone is still with me.

I’ll be able to shop in peace.

I’ll get in and out quickly.

And for a moment,
it might even feel nice.

But I know there will be a part of me that misses the chaos.

The sticky fingers reaching for my hand.
The endless questions.
The tiny footsteps trying to keep up beside me.

Because these errands that feel exhausting right now?

They’re secretly becoming memories.

So if you see me in the store juggling kids, snacks, and a shopping cart with one squeaky wheel…

Just know I’m living through the days I’ll someday miss the most. 🤍

Dads don’t wear capes, but they’re the superheroes of our families.Some wear work boots, carry car seats, and show up in...
06/12/2026

Dads don’t wear capes, but they’re the superheroes of our families.

Some wear work boots, carry car seats, and show up in the quiet ways that matter most.

The ways that don’t always get noticed.

The long hours.
The early mornings.
The bedtime stories after exhausting days.
The hands that hold little ones when they’re scared and cheer the loudest when they succeed.

To the dad who doesn’t need recognition to do what needs to be done…

The one who loves through action.

Through packed lunches, diaper changes, school drop offs, scraped knee bandaids, and countless sacrifices made without a second thought.

The one who makes his family feel safe simply because he’s there.

You don’t just tell your children you love them.

You show them.

Every day.
In every little thing you do.

And while the world may not always see it, your family does.

You’re more than a great dad.

You’re a source of comfort, strength, and love that this family leans on every day.

And we’re so grateful to call you ours. 🤍

© Christina Stanley

Don’t announce someone else’s baby. I know you’re excited.I know you want to share the good news.But that announcement i...
06/11/2026

Don’t announce someone else’s baby.

I know you’re excited.

I know you want to share the good news.

But that announcement isn’t yours to make.

Not before the parents.
Not before they’ve had a chance to soak it in.
Not before they’ve shared it the way they dreamed of sharing it.

For some moms, that first photo, that first post, that first announcement is a moment they’ve waited months for.

A moment they can never get back.

So if you hear the news first, consider it an honor… not an invitation to post it.

Let the parents have their moment.

Their baby.
Their story.
Their announcement. 🤍

“Want to go outsi-“My toddler:
06/11/2026

“Want to go outsi-“
My toddler:

I let my kids help with the baby.Not because I need the extra hands.Not because it’s their job.But because I want them t...
06/11/2026

I let my kids help with the baby.

Not because I need the extra hands.

Not because it’s their job.

But because I want them to learn.

I want them to learn that babies need gentle hands.

That caring for someone else is important.

That love looks like bringing a diaper, grabbing a blanket, or making silly faces to stop the tears.

One day they’ll grow up and have relationships, families, and people who depend on them too.

And I hope they remember that helping isn’t a chore.

It’s how we show love.

So yes, I let them hold the baby.
I let them help with feedings.
I let them be involved.

Because I’m not just raising children.

I’m raising future adults. 🤍

To the mom spending this summer postpartum… I know it can be hard.Hard to see a body that still feels unfamiliar.Hard to...
06/11/2026

To the mom spending this summer postpartum…

I know it can be hard.

Hard to see a body that still feels unfamiliar.
Hard to feel confident when you’re carrying the marks of everything you’ve been through.
Hard to enjoy the moment when you’re exhausted before the day even begins.

While others are planning pool days and vacations,
you’re planning around nap schedules, feeding times, and whether you’ll get more than a few hours of sleep tonight.

But this season isn’t about getting your body back.

It’s about discovering the strength it took to bring a life into this world.

Those stretch marks?
Proof of growth.

That soft belly?
Proof of sacrifice.

Those tired eyes?
Proof of love.

So wear the swimsuit.
Step into the pictures.
Run through the sprinkler with your babies.
Sit in the sand.
Make the memories.

Because one day your children won’t see the things you spent so much time worrying about.

They’ll simply remember the summer their mom was there…
loving them through every moment. 🤍

Nobody warns you about the day the newborn scent starts to fade.One minute you’re breathing in that sweet, sleepy newbor...
06/11/2026

Nobody warns you about the day the newborn scent starts to fade.

One minute you’re breathing in that sweet, sleepy newborn smell every chance you get.

The next…

You have an infant with sweaty little feet from kicking all day.

Drool covered fists that are constantly shoved in their mouth.

A damp shirt shoulder from being their favorite place to drool.

And somehow, the smell of milk and newborn skin gets replaced by a mix of baby lotion, spit-up, and mystery baby funk.

It’s bittersweet.

Because while I miss that fresh newborn scent more than I can explain, watching them grow into a smiling, giggling little person is worth every second.

Still…

If I could bottle that newborn smell for just one more day, I absolutely would. 🤍

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