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I Almost Lost My Toddler
I thought I’d hacked motherhood and writing — until the day it backfired
The path seemed safe — but I didn’t see the danger hiding in what looked like peace.
When I finally decided to go all in with writing, my son was barely two. That stage where toddlers are everywhere — climbing, pulling, scattering every item you just arranged.
He had energy for days. And I had dreams I could no longer keep shelving. Writing became my anchor. My escape. My one place to breathe as a stay-at-home mom.
But writing with a toddler around? That was the real hustle.
At first, I tried writing during his naps. But he’d sometimes wake up mid-thought — right when I was deep into research or drafting a post. I’d lose the flow, and my frustration would creep in.
So I adjusted. I started doing chores while he slept, saving my writing for when he was awake.
But there was no way I could write with him wide awake and wanting my attention — unless I kept him busy. The easiest solution? Screens.
When I worked in the living room, I’d put on the TV.
When I worked from the bedroom, I gave him my phone.
