Tag: religion
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The Pirate’s Booty.
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…
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But you’re like, twelve… (This is thirty).
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,…
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Can’t wait, Not yet.
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…
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How to… be an imperfect parent, successfully (Part 1)
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…
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A love letter to 2017.
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…
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Hurts so good.
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…
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A year of parenthood. A year of grace. Lots and lots of grace.
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…
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Joy and Sorrow. Sorrow and Joy.
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…
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No arms, no legs, no worries…
I’m having a bad day today. You know those days? Nothing is actually wrong, but your attitude and emotions are just a bit off. There are just some days where all you want to do is cry. And you usually find ways to do so. Maybe that’s just a girl thing. Men don’t cry, right…
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Calm My Anxious Heart
I love listening to the sound of the ocean. For how raging and forceful the ocean can be, the sound of it can be such a calming force, too. The sounds any body of water makes is so soothing to me. That’s why in the summer, as long as I am in ear shot of some kind of body of water,…
real space. 