Dear Stay-At-Home Mom, I see you out there. Staring deeply into your coffee, hoping an answer will suddenly emerge in the swirls of creamer. Holding your back as you stoop to pick up the strewed toys for the 10th time today. Muttering prayers of “thankfulness” because you feel God is watching you (insert hesitant eye …
I see your lips moving, but I can’t focus on what you are saying. I am a distracted mom, my mind is absorbed in a million little things that involves piecing together the dissolving sand castle that symbolizes mine and my children’s lives. I’m sorry if I seem preoccupied. There hadn’t been a lot of …
If you’re a mom, then you know. You know the motivation, the pep talks, the inspiration harnessed each morning and the exhaustion, mental roadwork, and mom guilt experienced each night. You know the sound of a tired cry vs a hurting cry, of an explosive diaper needing half the wipes box vs a loud diaper …
