A couple of years ago, I felt the compression of too much mommying on my shoulders and realized that I didn’t have much of a plan for my days. I realized I was surviving and not thriving. I realized that we can go through hard seasons, but we don’t have to get stuck in the
So, I took a day off yesterday. Cleaning, cooking, making decisions and basically everything other than feeding the kids and changing their diapers. Little One decided it was a good day for extra diapers. She must of sniffed something amiss with the mommy vibe. The result of that day off? A grumpy mom. A grumpy wife.
It’s May 28, 2015. Ten years later. I’ve been married for a decade. No matter which way I write it, that statement has the gravity of joy, pain, love and life wrapped up in a future I didn’t expect. I’ve said many times that I didn’t marry the guy I expected to marry. He’s not anything
I wrote this at 4 a.m. last Saturday morning while I was alone for what may be the last time for a long time. I’m not complaining though. These three children are the best gifts a woman can have. Dear Little One, I’m sitting here in the dark listening to your heartbeat strong and clear. The
The “not good enough” message was one that wounded my heart. It’s a message I want to fight to the death for my girls.