Tag: truth
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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 stick to just one cup of coffee a day.
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…
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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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The crazy reason why I do not give my child a bath every night.
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…
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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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Put the fancy dress away.
I’m sitting here in my pajamas, with sweatpants on with holes in the bottom. My shirt is way too big. My hair looks like I may have been electrocuted in the middle of the night. My breath stinks because I haven’t brushed my teeth yet. This is me. On a Saturday morning. In all my glory. I…
real space. 