I don’t have any happy, joyful, beautiful newborn pictures with Callie. I don’t have any pictures of her nestled up on my chest after giving birth. I don’t have any pictures of her with James after he cut the cord….
She was a hope. A dream. A wish. A thought. An idea. A silent prayer that I had tucked away in the deepest part of my heart. And then in an instant, she was a tiny little fuzzy image on…
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I’ve been told sometimes I need to remember that our family is not the “center of the universe”. This normally is in regards to discussions about support, adaptation, and our explanations of why we do things a certain way with…
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Everyone said life would change. They held my hand and looked at my growing tummy and smiled. They shared stories, advice, and tried to convey the drastic shift that was going to come to my life after giving birth. I…
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I remember planning out this day for Callie. We’d picked our outfits out and planned to get ice cream after we went to the opening of the new Flower Vault installation. We’d had such a blast at the Holiday one…
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Before I had Callie, I thought I was strong. I managed my own chronic illness, worked two jobs, and went to school. I was out spoken and lively. I did a lot, gave a lot, and was a lot for…
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As a mama, I knew there’d be days like this. Days where I’m so tired. Days where everything tests my very last nerve. Days where I literally am so all over the place its a miracle I’m standing up right…
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I get asked that question a lot. And it’s understandable. Short of my husband and maybe our immediate family, not many people can understand or have insight into what our life consists of….. I’m a Type One Diabetic. I am…
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You know what’s hard? Motherhood. You know brings me more joy than anything else? Motherhood. You know what makes me feel like I can’t do a damn thing right? Motherhood. You know what makes me feel like Wonder Woman? Motherhood….
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Mom Guilt. For me, this takes on an entirely different connotation. For years, I blamed myself for Callie’s health issues. One hundred percent blamed myself for every single health issue that she had. We spent three months in the NICU…
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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
