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.
Sharing Part 3 of my series, How to be an imperfect parent, successfully! Enjoy these 4 easy steps on how to get a good work out in while Momming... Step 1: Wait until Toddler asks to get dressed. Step 2: Begin to dress the toddler who asked to get dressed. Step 3: Have Toddler who literally just asked … Continue reading How to get a good work out in.
For Part two my series, How to... be an imperfect parent, successfully, here is my secret to sticking to just one cup of coffee a day! Step 1: Wake up earlier than your Toddler to enjoy a fresh, hot cup of coffee. Step 2: Enjoy one glorious sip of that fresh, hot cup of coffee. Step … Continue reading How to stick to just one cup of coffee a day.
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)
Because Momma is tired and she sometimes needs a break. The end. --- No, really. That's it... Were you looking for some scientific, statistical or proven fact as to why I don't bathe my son every night? You're not going to find that here. What you will find is a Mom doing her best (which … Continue reading The crazy reason why I do not give my child a bath every night.
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.