Last week, I locked myself in my bathroom and cried on the floor while my near three-year-old son banged on the door crying for me to "Open the door!" He had been in a tantrum for nearly an hour and a half now - one that started down at the beach in public where I … Continue reading The Pirate’s Booty.
As a kid, did you ever wonder what you’d be like as an adult? Did you ever try to picture what you’d look like, act like, be like? When I was twelve, I used to try and picture myself as old, an adult, you know like, twenty-five. Because back then, twenty-five sounded really old. And, … Continue reading But you’re like, twelve… (This is thirty).
I once heard it said that we raise our children up to actually send them out. The intention of raising kids is to someday let them go. All that time and effort and investment, all that love and devotion, all that protecting and hosting and raising them up here in our homes, is all just … Continue reading Can’t wait, Not yet.
I love a good "how-to" book. Self-help. Advice. What to do when. But when it comes to parenting, I have yet to find one that truly tells you like it is and helps you navigate the everyday how-tos of what a day in the life of a Mommy looks like. I'm not talking about articles like … Continue reading How to… be an imperfect parent, successfully (Part 1)
Dear 2017, I pray this letter finds you well. Kinda. Sorta. Not really. You see, you have been a big skim-board to the shin. An unpleasant, unexpected, cringe-worthy sting to what was supposed to be a pleasant walk along the ocean. Sure, maybe a lot of it was my own doing. I wasn't paying … Continue reading A love letter to 2017.
Every other Thursday night, I have on my Google calendar an event from 8-10pm. It’s titled: WRITE … DON’T IGNORE!!! I ignore it. Every single time. Clearly, it’s working. So a friend of mine called me out on it. She asked me to add her to the invite, so that it popped up … Continue reading Hurts so good.
A year ago today, Brooks was twenty-eight days old. I was twenty-eight days into motherhood. Twenty-eight days into the biggest change of my life. Twenty-eight days into a life of unpredictability, heart-wrenching emotion and exuberant joy. Twenty-eight days. Brooks was so little. Everything was so new. I was so lost. Postpartum depression, sleep deprivation … Continue reading A year of parenthood. A year of grace. Lots and lots of grace.
I was tossing and turning, staring at the clock wondering how much sleep I’d get if I fell asleep NOW. Or NOW. Okay, NOW. It was one of those nights… It was a Sunday evening and Adam and I just had the whole week off for a little “staycation.” We had a great week of … Continue reading Joy and Sorrow. Sorrow and Joy.
There are two photos in our family room from a wonderful vacation we took in the Bahamas recently. You could say they are those perfect family photos, the ones you share on all of your social media accounts. The ones, you know, you put in cute frames and display proudly in your family room. They … Continue reading We totally failed, and it was the best.
When you awoke this morning, eyes blurred and arms stretched out, was your first thought for the day, "it is well?" Sadly I'd say for many of us, it indeed was not. It is not well. I am not okay. This is not the way life was supposed to be. For many it's just another … Continue reading It is well.