Do you ever have days when you are caught between two worlds? Like, you think you want one thing but very quickly you want something else? And I’m not just talking about wanting a cheese pizza and quickly changing your order to a big burrito 😉 For example, the kind of “caught between two worlds” …
My soul was in a funk as I took my son outside to get some fresh sunshine. I just needed a quiet place to settle my inner-thoughts. While quietly walking my son around our backyard, I made eye contact with a hummingbird. My eyes widened as I realized we were literally looking into each other’s …
My son woke up laughing from his nap time today and the sound reverberated from the walls sounding like laughter from God. Like serious belly laughs. It shattered my heart in the best way possible; when a shattered heart can be a good thing. The most heart-fulfilling sounds I could have imagined, coming from my …
My mind was ablaze with commotion, each initial thought branching into a multitude of different thoughts, taking me in different directions. My head was on our budget, on Sam’s sleep schedule, back to the budget, then on to fun Fall outings, back to sleep schedule, on to the grocery list which led to menu items …
I was crashing; not making sense of anything anymore. I was seriously forgetting what day of the week it was (And in turn missing play “dates” I had set up). Names and places were just out of my mind’s reach. I almost fell asleep right on the cart waiting in line at the Sam’s pharmacy …
Heart-wrenching tears poured from his eyes, and I felt like the worst mom in the world. Mother guilt in all of her glory came waltzing into my home. My normally happy, smiling son became suddenly very cranky. And that crankiness turned into crying. And crying turned into inconsolable screaming. Nothing I was doing or saying …
I’m going to be honest and say that no matter where I am in the motherhood journey, I seem to always find a way to cry. Happy tears because I am so dang proud of who I birthed. And life is good in these moments of clarity, and God loves me and everything is going …
I remember every detail about my first miscarriage. Just that morning I had joyfully prepared a brunch for small group friends, happily placing my hand on my stomach, thinking about this bundle of joy in my stomach. We were in our early weeks, so I was not planning on telling my friends, but I had …
Tiny, eager hands reached out for the crinkly, squishy toy I placed before him. Without hesitation or reluctance, his little arms would stretch out and his hands would search for the toy within his grasp. He was seeking the toy. My son is at the point where everything is interesting to him. It’s a fun game …
Tears streaming down my face, I screamed in my head, “How can I do this long term?! There must be something wrong with me. Breastfeeding must not be for me.” Breastfeeding struggles are real (understatement? Anyone else feel me on this?). Sam would get frustrated, throwing his head back, becoming so red in the face …
