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RISE Week Austin – Are you ready?

Happy Monday and back to business everyone! RISE Austin Week starts today! Tons of sessions. Which ones are you going to?

I’m starting out tonight at the keynote at the Bullock Texas State History Museum.

Beyond that, there are so many to choose from. Help a girl out! Let me know what you’re looking at attending.

Here are a few links that the RISE executive director suggested for MomCom members.

RISE Lunch & Learn: Women’s Entrepreneur Super Panel

RISE Conference Sessions

RISE Special Events

And don’t forget to take care of yourself this week!


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Friday 15 with Bernadette Noll

Welcome to Friday 15 with Bernadette!

Listen as Bernadette Noll talks about slowing down, just taking a breath and creating small moments of family and personal play time. For more great stuff from Bernadette, visit Slow Family Living. From there you can also buy her book, Slow Family Living; 75 ways to slow down, connect and create more joy. 

I’m selling the home where I raised a baby to finance my other baby.

By Trish Morrison

Today’s the day. I’m meeting with my current renter, a lawyer, our real estate agent and my husband to go over the paperwork to sell my house. We didn’t have to put it on the market and I’m grateful for that. Stephanie, our wonderful renter, decided she wanted to buy it. She offered us this option just about the time Homer and I decided that we really needed some funding for MomCom to move it to the next level.

Delilah’s first Christmas Tree.

We didn’t live there long before we moved. It was from 2006 to 2008. But so much happened in that house. I became friends with some of the best neighbors you could ever have and continued our friendship once we moved to our current home. I became pregnant with Delilah, who had her first Christmas there at five days old. My mother lived with us during Delilah’s first four months and helped keep me from jumping off a ledge. This also propelled her to move from Michigan and buy a home here in Austin so she could be closer to Delilah.

I had all the pains of motherhood in that house. The breastfeeding issues, the leaky boobs, the time when I thought my vagina was falling out after Delilah’s birth. The tears, more mine than Delilah’s, as I learned what kind of mother I was going to be. The pain of recovery, the realization that motherhood was difficult, more difficult than I had ever thought it could be. And the strains on my relationship with Homer. All there. In that house.

The Girls of SCW

The Girls of SCW

But there were amazing times as well. Thanksgiving dinners with friends, impromptu get-togethers in the street with neighbors, Homer’s gourmet meals that I swear to this day are one of the reasons Delilah is so healthy. Delilah’s Godfather, who lived four houses down installed a pool in his backyard. We went there to chill when I didn’t have the energy (or didn’t dare) to take Delilah anywhere else. Everyone was kid-less at the time except for Homer and I and they were all introduced to Delilah and made her part of the family.

I remember the walks with girlfriends around Town Lake during that time, discussing everything from pregnancy to marriage to boyfriends and inane, silly conversations with no worries attached. Then after Delilah was born, my “village” of non moms helped me do the full three miles with a nursing baby and helped me become the mom I am today. All while I was living in that house.

Finally getting it.

Finally getting it.

I opened my “baby mama” ring from my husband, which is my wedding ring today. First my mom, then my best friend Benny, took care of Delilah in that house while I went back to to my job. I took care of myself physically while I was there because I wanted Delilah to be healthy so I had the biggest milk boobs and tiniest waist while living in that house.

First Solids

First Solids

Delilah took her first steps there, she drank out of her first bottle, sippy cup, she sang, she coo’d, she played. She sat up for the first time, smiled for the first time and ate solid food for the first time. Many of her firsts were in that house.

The house attracted beautiful people. Joanna, our first renter is now a friend of ours. After she moved out, Stephanie took over. While we all went through some painful times living there, we all contributed to the love and energy that’s in place today.

Now it’s time to let go so I can raise my other baby, MomCom Life, and move it beyond its first steps and into toddlerhood.

Wish me luck.

[infopane color=”3″ icon=”0032.png”]Trish Morrison, MBA is the founder and CEO of MomCom® Life, an organization dedicated to creating community and fostering entrepreneurship for moms. Trish is addicted to women’s stories and believes we can change the world through telling ours. She lives in Austin, Texas with her hot firefighter husband Homero and her brilliant daughter Delilah. Trish is a proud feminist who can be found online at or on Twitter @atxtrish and @momcomaustin. MomUP!®[/infopane]

Instant Mom, for Every Woman

By Trish Morrison

It’s Thursday evening, I’m in the car and I have finally finished reading Instant Mom by Nia Vardalos. I’m crying. My daughter Delilah is in the back seat playing with her stuffed animals and her Polly Pockets and I realize that I have not resorted to giving her one bit of electronic entertainment, other than the TV in the hotel room, during our entire trip from Austin to Baton Rouge and back. I cry some more.

Instant Mom by Nia Vardalos

Instant Mom by Nia Vardalos

It’s fitting that I waited for our “workation” to still myself enough to sit down and read Instant Mom because Nia’s book spoke to me in so many ways during this trip. (I’ll call her Nia because after reading her book, I feel as though I’ve known her forever, that she’s an old friend who gets me like, in her words, CORE friends do.)

I’ve never had major fertility issues and I’ve never had the need or desire to have a child that Nia had. I never would have put myself through all that she went through to finally find her child, the one who was meant for her and Ian and their extended family. (Again, no formalities, Ian is the husband of a woman who knows me, who gets me.) Instead, after  my husband (boyfriend at the time) and I went through a couple of unplanned pregnancies which ended in miscarriages, we were in denial that Delilah actually “took.” Rather than grateful and elated, we were confused and skeptical of how our futures would look.

So if Nia and I came at motherhood from completely different points of view, with different backgrounds with different motherhood issues, why am I crying as I close this book? Why have I cried (and laughed) throughout it? Why do Nia’s words hit me in the gut so significantly?

Instant Mom is not just a book about adoption. It’s a story about family, a story about women’s issues and it’s a story about motherhood. It’s not a book about a movie star who decided to adopt a child. Instant Mom is about love and struggle and honesty and finding the person you are meant to be. It’s about letting go so you let things come to you, the way they are meant to be yours.

That’s why I’m crying. I am a mother to a real, living, beautiful, perfect, intelligent, funny, amazing human being, one who doesn’t need an iPhone to entertain herself on long trips. A mother to a girl who runs down the hallway of a hotel hallway yelling, “Mommy, I’m a Cheetah!” and really believes for that moment she is. A child who is as amazed as much by the caterpillar on the sidewalk at the zoo as she is by the giraffes.

On this trip I’m not the CEO of a startup that I’m constantly obsessing about getting off the ground. I am a woman who needs to let go and let what’s meant to be happen, who needs to put less stress on myself for the things that don’t go right and more attention toward what’s really important. I am reminded throughout the trip and while reading Instant Mom, how truly lucky I am. No matter what else is happening in my life, I am a mother.

Thank you Nia for this beautiful, honest story.

[infopane color=”3″ icon=”0032.png”]Trish Morrison, MBA is the founder and CEO of MomCom® Life, an organization dedicated to creating community and fostering entrepreneurship for moms. Trish is addicted to women’s stories and believes we can change the world through telling ours. She lives in Austin, Texas with her hot firefighter husband Homero and her brilliant daughter Delilah. Trish is a proud feminist who can be found online at or on Twitter @atxtrish and @momcomaustin. MomUP!®[/infopane]

Friday 15 with Traci Shannon

What is it about someone that makes you feel good around them? Traci Shannon is one of these people. Watch as she tells you her story about going from actress to mom, about what happened when her dreams took a back seat to her family.

You’ll also see why Traci is a good soul, someone you want to be close to when you meet her. She says she believes that there is enough for all of us and that other people winning is always a good thing.

For more on Traci, visit her on Twitter or on her web site at A Star in my Own Universe. You might even catch her doing fun, crazy stuff with puppets! Thanks Traci! Way to MomUP!

Taking the plunge?

By Melissa McGlashan, Contributing Writer

baby_questionmarkAs we continue to agonize over whether or not to try for number two, I’m starting to feel the stress of time. I’ll be 36 in June; for the time being, I’m still without very many professional obligations to consider; and my three-and-a-half year old seems to be getting more independent every day, which makes taking on a second seem manageable, dare I say desirable.

I think we’re both at least a little jealous of everyone who got married knowing exactly how many kids they wanted. We, on the other hand, made things a lot more difficult for ourselves. We were decidedly against having any children when we married. We wanted to sleep in every Saturday and Sunday. To travel where we wanted, when we wanted. To sit back and enjoy double income, no kids while our friends were forced to share their fame and fortune with their offspring. To retire young.

Impromptu cat

(Photo credit: Londonist Lindsey)

It all sounds somewhat (though not entirely) lame, if slightly selfish now. But eventually, we just couldn’t resist the overwhelming temptation to procreate. We simply decided we’d regret it if we didn’t become parents. And, oh my god, are we so glad we took that plunge!

In my all-or-nothing style, I quickly found myself wanting to give up my perfectly good nine-to-five in favor of full-time domestic engineering. My saint of a husband agreed not only to assume the responsibility of sole breadwinner, but also to move across the country to Austin. As a native New Jerseyan, this was a big step. He wasn’t a huge fan of Texas, adoringly referring to our new hometown as, “the golden toilet bowl in the truck stop.” He also hates (really, really hates) the heat.

All this is to say, I can’t fault him when he tells me he has reservations about number two— when we met we didn’t even want one. I certainly don’t feel like he owes me anything after the sacrifices he’s made for our family.

But that’s not even the whole of it. I haven’t exactly been the strongest lobbyist. Do I really want to start over now? …just as the number of days my preschooler sleeps past daybreak are starting to gain on the number of days he’s up long before the rest of the world. …just as his growing independence is affording me more of my own. And do I really want to tempt fate?

So the real question is whether or not we feel like our family is complete. One thing’s for sure, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if we went the rest of our days just the three of us. But then again, wouldn’t it be nice to welcome one more and give our son a sibling to grow up with? Frankly, the endless debate is boring me, and probably everyone around me too. The decision is ours for the making. Let’s just make it!

[infopane color=”8″ icon=”0001.png”]After receiving her undergraduate in Economics with Spanish from the University of the South in Sewanee, TN, Melissa McGlashan returned to her hometown of Austin, TX where she completed dual graduate degrees in Public Affairs and Latin American Studies from UT. Throughout her education, she traveled, studied and worked in several foreign countries. Melissa was awarded a Presidential Management Fellow in 2002, after which she spent almost nine years working in the U.S. Department of State. For the majority of that time, she worked as a Latin American political analyst in the Department’s intelligence arm, though she was also fortunate enough to spend nearly a year as a U.S. political officer in Havana, Bogota, Quito, and Buenos Aires. Currently, Melissa is enjoying her tenure back in Austin as a full time wife and mom of one while she considers her next professional move. [/infopane]

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