Mariah Finkey

Mariah Finkey Mom of 2 👦🏻🩵

Raising tiny humans while keeping my sanity (mostly). Pull up a chair Mama, you’re not alone here. 💕

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I still remember when his little hand first wrapped around my finger.It was so small… and suddenly the weight of protect...
09/16/2025

I still remember when his little hand first wrapped around my finger.
It was so small… and suddenly the weight of protecting him felt so big.

I catch myself staring at those hands sometimes. Wondering how many things they’ll hold in this life, how many times they’ll reach for mine, how many times I’ll have to let go.

And I think the hardest part of motherhood is knowing I can’t shield him from everything. I can’t soften every fall or guard him from every hurt.

But I can hold his hand through it. I can teach him what safe feels like, so he always knows where to come back to.

Maybe that’s what these little hands were teaching me all along.

I’ve never understood the obsession with a strict 7pm bedtime. Like… why am I rushing to put my kids down just so they c...
09/13/2025

I’ve never understood the obsession with a strict 7pm bedtime. Like… why am I rushing to put my kids down just so they can pop up at the crack of dawn? No thank you 😅

Evenings are our family time. It’s when my husband wakes up, when we finally exhale from the day, when we get to laugh and play a little before everyone winds down. If I sent them off to bed at 7, we’d miss all of that.

So yeah, in our house bedtime looks more like 9. My kids sleep in, I get my caffeine drip before the chaos, and mornings don’t feel like I’ve been hit by a truck at 6am.

Some families swear by early bedtimes, and that’s fine. But for me? I’ll take the slower evenings and later mornings every time.

What about you? Team “tucked in by 7” or team “let em stay up and sleep in”?

09/12/2025

At the end of the day, children notice who was there for them and who wasn’t. They’re smarter than we give them credit for.

09/11/2025

Say what you want about me but my KIDS always come before ANYBODY.

Can’t say the same for some of y’all.

They told me "boys will be boys" like it was a warning.Like it meant rough hands and shut mouths and "stop crying" befor...
09/10/2025

They told me "boys will be boys" like it was a warning.

Like it meant rough hands and shut mouths and "stop crying" before the tears even had a chance to fall.

But l'm raising mine different.

Gentle doesn't mean weak.
Kind doesn't mean soft.
And feeling everything deeply? That's not a flaw. It's a gift.

They'll grow up in a world that wants them hard and quiet.
But I'll keep reminding them it's safe to be soft here.

To speak up.
To cry.
To care.
To feel.

Because I'm not raising boys who bottle it up just to explode later.
I'm raising men who know their hearts, listen to it, and lets it lead.

09/10/2025

Raise your hand if you were personally traumatized by Tuna Casserole as a child. 🙋🏻‍♀️

09/04/2025

Anyone else’s kids running them up the wall today?
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08/28/2025

Normalize not pressuring moms to send their literal toddlers to preschool/daycare.

I’ve been seeing these “preschool starts at 2-3” posts.. and I just have to say.Not everyone is in a rush to ship their ...
08/24/2025

I’ve been seeing these “preschool starts at 2-3” posts.. and I just have to say.

Not everyone is in a rush to ship their babies off at 2. Some of us actually enjoy raising our kids, teaching them through real life, and watching them thrive at home.

No, they’re not sitting in front of a TV all day. They’re learning colors while we cook, building motor skills while they play, counting to twenty, naming shapes, animals, and their sounds. They’re growing emotionally through being with the people who love them most.

I didn’t have kids for someone else to raise them. Period. Love, bonding, and learning STARTS at home. 💕

Today is Maternal Mental Health Day, and I’m holding space for the moms who are silently struggling behind the baby snug...
05/07/2025

Today is Maternal Mental Health Day, and I’m holding space for the moms who are silently struggling behind the baby snuggles and milestones.

When I had my youngest, Ollie, I knew something wasn’t right. I didn’t feel like me.
At 4 weeks postpartum, I got help. I got medicated. And it saved me.

Postpartum depression doesn’t always look like tears or detachment. Sometimes it looks like a perfectly made bottle and a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. Sometimes it looks like surviving, not thriving.

If you’re in it right now, please know you’re not alone. There’s no shame in needing help.
Your mental health matters, you matter, and healing is possible.

This is your reminder to check on the strong moms, the quiet moms, the “I’m fine” moms.

We deserve support. We deserve peace. We deserve to feel good in motherhood.

Left my worries in the shade. 🌻
04/17/2025

Left my worries in the shade. 🌻

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04/14/2025

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