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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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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Soon There Will Be A Last Time

I held you today and slow danced in that faded, yellow rocker back and forth, back and forth.  Your head on my shoulder, your long legs curled up so you can still fit.  You drifted to sleep, your steady breathing its own sweet lullaby—for my soul rather than yours. This time with you is coming …

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Junk In The Closet

See this picture?  This is real.  This is honest.  This is real honest! And I’ll be even more honest…it’s a bit too real for me.  I don’t want to share this because I want you to believe that my home is beautiful and spotless at any given moment.  When you walk inside, I want my …

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Saturated With Summer; Ready For A Change

Is anyone else ready to jump off this sweet Summer time bandwagon and move on towards Fall?  Maybe it’s just me, but I’m tired.  Tired of Summer.  Tired of trying to come up with creative things for the kids to play.  Tired of pretending to be a cat, a horse, or any type of animal …

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Letting You Walk Away, Learning To Let You Go

They placed you in my arms, and my world has never been the same.  My heart has never felt the same.  Things shifted somewhere deep inside, rearranging themselves, changing me.  I peered into your small face and looked with wonder at your tiny hands.  I touched them, and your little hand closed around my finger …

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The Hands That Hold My Hands

The hand I held today was soft and small.... She climbed out of the backseat, all smiles, and immediately reached for my hand. The cool air, uncommon for this time of year, greeted us as she clasped my hand tightly, confident in my ability to guide her. It was time for her Kindergarten screening, and her …

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Please Help Me To Be Nice

A few nights ago, lying beside the crib in a darkened room, I said prayers with our youngest.  When I was finished, his voice spoken softly said, “Mama, I wish I could say my prayers myself.”  A little surprised I said, “…of course baby, you can talk to God anytime.”  Honestly, I wasn’t really expecting …

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