We get asked this a lot. And the short answer is…..I don’t. There are some days I want to kick rocks. That I rage at the world and I cry. That I am so incredibly heartbroken that it hurts to…
In the small hospital room There was a big bed. And a ventilator And a portable x-ray machine. And a tall IV stand and a fold out chair. A tired Mama and Daddy. A brave little warrior princess. And a…
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We spent 3 months in the NICU after Callie was born. Three long, brutal, exhausting months. Three of the longest months of my life. The bright spot in those long months were our nurses. In fact, in this entire journey,…
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I’m the kind of mom who does dance parties in the kitchen. I’m the kind of mom who lets her beat her own drum….even if that means wearing cat ears to school picture day. The kind of mom who encourages…
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“Am I worth it?” Callie asked me this the other day as I was going through our medical bills. Oh my little wildflower. Every broken heart that led me to your Daddy. Every sleepless night. Every moment of uncertainty….
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Ah….ten years old. Double digits. We’re in a new stage of life. I’m constantly veering between looking over my shoulder for the sweet chubby cheeked baby who always wanted to be held and then looking forward to the independent strong willed woman…
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Your mind will always believe everything that you tell it. Feed it faith. Feed it joy. Feed it with patience. Feed it with humor. Feed it with trust. Feed it with miracles. Feed it with wildflowers. Feed it with laughter. Feed it with song. Feed it with sunsets. Feed it with…
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Hi, I’m Jaime — writer, mother, storyteller, and the heart behind The Wildflower Edit. For nearly a decade, I wrote online as The Princess and the Prosthetic, sharing my daughter’s journey with disability and the lessons our family learned along the way. It was a beautiful season — full of advocacy, connection, and community — but as my daughter grew older, I felt a shift. She deserved more autonomy. More privacy. More room to decide how she shows up in the world. And I realized something else: My own story was expanding too. Motherhood was still here. Disability was still here. But so were grief, healing, womanhood, nervous system care, feminine energy, homemaking, identity, softness… the fuller, deeper pieces of life that were ready to be spoken aloud. Whether you come for the cozy routines, the motherhood reflections, the disability advocacy, or the soft life inspiration — thank you for choosing to share this space with me. Pour a warm drink. Settle in. Let’s grow a life that feels like you again.
Jaime
