Miranda Cox is a writer, a rad mom, a friendly neighbor, a partner, and a lifelong learner.
Based out of Washington, Mission Momplex began from her love for learning and curiosity for keeping other parents connected as they foster their children’s unique interests.
She loves talking about the things that freak out parents the most –poop, grief, kid’s independence– to name a few.
She holds a degree in education, is a volunteer instructor, and is currently working on obtaining another degree.
She is admittedly strange and likes ear piercings, food, tattoos, musicals, art, history, books, Beyoncé, music, cats, therapy, kindness, jokes, hiking, Legos, makeup, and anime. Oh, and her family! 😅
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My Work Background—
I gained years of volunteer and work experience with infants, toddlers, preschoolers, and school-age children at schools, day-care centers, and community centers throughout high school and college.
Quickly, I realized that I loved talking to adults about parenting and craved more adult interaction. Teaching people how to communicate better is my passion because it promotes personal accountability and enhances emotional awareness.
I am currently a full-time mom, student, writer, and volunteer for the Roots of Empathy program, designed by the author, educator, and child advocate Mary Gordon.
My goal is to help parents stay connected with their children to make proper choices for their tiny human’s evolving interests. I want you to be the best teacher for your child so they learn to be independent thinkers!
My Personal Background—
A sheltered young child, I created boundaries between myself and the reality that was bound to smack me in the face. Topics that I gingerly introduced casually got ignored, but I never gave up. I was optimistic, fun, and quite silly but had more than mainstream kid problems.
I desperately wanted someone to notice my interests, but unfortunately, I rarely succeeded at communicating my childhood passions. I saw other parents genuinely cared about their children’s interests which fueled my desire to learn more.
My history is quite tragic, but I don’t want to get too deep –although it is kinda my thing to get deep and personal. My mother committed suicide when I was a young teen, and I was left to manage this world independently. Various caregivers abused me, and although my life was less than lovely, I still thought the world was a beautiful place and wanted to build community wherever I went.
As a growing human, I thrived on creating dimension and meaning. I sought to find purpose and intended to continue until I felt satisfied. I shed many of my insecurities –that took freaking forever. But over time, I learned how to accept and embrace personal accountability to understand the world and the realities that often collide.
During my adolescent years, I enrolled in many trauma-focused therapy and theater groups, community projects, and community college to learn about different interests and gain new experiences.
Craving community involvement and emotional expansion, I watched how people communicated and noticed patterns. My observations amplified my growth!
My patience grew, and I tried to stay motivated. I learned to nurture my independent learning and expanded my preferences. I knew that my sparks would create fire when the time was right. Now, I want the same for you and your littles!
The time is right now, ya’ll! 🔥
Miranda’s Fun Facts—
- I coined the term Mission Momplex when I became a mom and felt alone with my problems. #missionmomplex
- I want other struggling moms to know that if I can parent with a massive void, they can do it too! 🤗
- I have twenty ear piercings! People always remember me because of my piercings. ✨
- My two amazing sisters supported me during the hardest times of my life. 🤟
- Both of my kids were born at home naturally. 💪
For Brenda (1962-2004)
Here’s to hoping this becomes the resource you never found. Love, Miranda
