It’s A Special Day

“Sure we can do that…after all, it’s a special day.” I glanced to my right via an eye-roll, a grin tugging the corners of my mouth.  She glanced my way, knowing what I was thinking. Of course, today is a “special day.”  When Ma (my children’s name for my mother) is here, every day is …

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Dear Son,

Dear Son, I watch you play, your spirit a mixture of tough little boy, twinkle-in-the-eye mischief, and a heart so big I’m not sure how it fits in your chest. And I smile. You’re an enigma in a lot of ways. Perhaps it’s because, being a girl myself, I’ve never seen the world through a …

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Let It Go

My hands clench tightly around my dreams some days and especially around my heart’s desires.   My fists grasp frantically onto those I love in my effort to hold them close and keep them safe, as if it’s in my power to do this. No matter how much I wish it were different, I have little …

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Dear Overwhelmed Mama,

Truth time. I feel overwhelmed lately. It’s the kind of overwhelmed that makes me want to sit and do nothing because I have no idea where to even start. It’s the kind of overwhelmed that makes the tears sting my eyes because I feel like such a failure in multiple areas of my life right …

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We Are Different

Our resident three-year-old alarm clock sounded at the usual and appointed time this morning—5:45 am sharp.  “Maaama…Daaddyy!  Can I get up?”  My elbow jabbed my husband’s side in my non-verbal way of saying, “It’s your turn.”  He turned toward the clock mentioning the time, as he sat up swinging his legs to the floor. “Have …

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Keep It In The Road

“Alright Sister…we’ll talk soon, but until then, keep it in the road.  Love ya,” he said.  “I will…love you too,” I replied, pushing the end button, and flipping the phone closed.  My headlights shone brightly ahead, pressing the darkness back, as I rounded the last curve before home.  I pulled into the driveway and walked …

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The Nights Are Long; But The Years Are Short

The nights are long. When you’re finally home, hospital bracelet still on your wrist, and your sweet infant girl cries all night. When you try everything you know to soothe her and nothing seems to work, and eventually the tears of joy you expected become tears of exhaustion and frustration. The nights are long. When …

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