If you would’ve told me years ago that I’d be cloth diapering my baby—on purpose, and loving it—I would’ve raised an eyebrow and backed away slowly with a bottle of Dreft in hand. Cloth diapering? It sounded like a Pinterest trap wrapped in poop.

What one mama learned about surrender, simplicity, and sacred messes. I used to think cloth diapering was something crunchy moms did on farms—somewhere between fermenting sourdough and milking goats. I respected it… from a distance. It felt too messy, too complicated, and way too much. I liked the idea of being a natural mama, but not that natural.