<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Loving Them Loudly: Motherhood in the Space Between Words]]></title><description><![CDATA[Heartfelt Reflections on Motherhood]]></description><link>https://www.wherelovespeaks.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2026 04:45:17 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.wherelovespeaks.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Finding Peace in Parenting: Embracing the Chaos Over Perfect Routines]]></title><description><![CDATA[Every night, I prepare for the next day with hope. I imagine waking up before the kids, having time to shower and center myself before breakfast. I picture the kids waking up calmly, eating breakfast without fuss, and moving smoothly from one task to the next. No fights, no meltdowns, just a perfectly timed routine that carries us through the day. But if you can imagine, that rarely happens. More often than not, we end up late again. The Pressure of Perfect Parenting For a long time, I took...]]></description><link>https://www.wherelovespeaks.com/post/finding-peace-in-parenting-embracing-the-chaos-over-perfect-routines</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a28318d579005354a9ecb68</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2026 01:55:55 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Rebecca</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[I Watched You Play Today]]></title><description><![CDATA[I watched you play today, But what I saw was not play at all. I saw you growing up. You chose to drive the car first. You climbed right in, And all I could think about Were the times I used to help you. You used your feet To carry you from one side of the room to the other. I remember when it was me pushing you. And just like that, You were on to the next activity, While I was left with the ache Of watching my baby Become a big kid. I watched you play today, And I'll watch you play tomorrow,...]]></description><link>https://www.wherelovespeaks.com/post/i-watched-you-play-today</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a2f61a900dbe48b1c7aa803</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2026 03:38:55 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/18810e_75b8ff036def43ef84924e9070944e94~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rebecca</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Place to Exhale: Why Safe Spaces Matter for Autistic Families]]></title><description><![CDATA[Finding safe spaces for children is a challenge for any parent, but when your child is autistic, the difficulty grows exponentially. The constant vigilance, the worry about sudden runs or unexpected dangers, can wear down even the strongest parent. Discovering places where you can relax, where your child can explore safely without you feeling like a secret service agent, changes everything. It’s not just about safety—it’s about reclaiming your own peace of mind and enjoying moments of...]]></description><link>https://www.wherelovespeaks.com/post/a-place-to-exhale-why-safe-spaces-matter-for-autistic-families</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a2d79a4675ca08c42a9d266</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2026 17:54:10 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/18810e_2e28b10bc1884d8692b774f3fc9dca75~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rebecca</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Whispered Words]]></title><description><![CDATA[It isn't in the loud moments that we notice growth the most. Not in the milestones announced with applause, or the victories that demand to be seen. It's in the whispered words. The words that took a little longer to arrive. The words that lingered just beyond reach. The words that were absent for so long, until one day, they weren't. The words that make a mother's heart sing.  This morning, the word was mouse. There was no therapy session, no practice, no picture exchange. Just a little boy,...]]></description><link>https://www.wherelovespeaks.com/post/whispered-words</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a26d247750b8b39abbdc7de</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2026 14:48:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/18810e_796b4cf0a6f945ee886717be9693b55b~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rebecca</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Welcome to Loving Them Loudly]]></title><description><![CDATA[There is a version of motherhood I imagined before I became a mother. In that version, milestones arrived on schedule. Conversations unfolded naturally. Parenting was challenging, but predictable. There was a map, and if I followed it closely enough, I would know where we were headed. Then I became a mother. And somewhere between the expectations and the reality, I found myself standing in a space I never anticipated—a space filled with waiting, wondering, advocating, celebrating, grieving,...]]></description><link>https://www.wherelovespeaks.com/post/welcome-to-loving-them-loudly</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a26650d579005354a9af955</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2026 06:55:25 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/18810e_a362404a5c2247edbc335e42650f5ef9~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rebecca</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>