Celebrating the joys and sharing the struggles of motherhood, life and faith.
To my child as you grow up, The clock tells me it’s almost time for your first parent-teacher conference of the year, and I’m eager to hear how you’re doing. I want to know how you’re progressing in math and learn more about your reading assessments. I wonder if you will have Award's Day this …
Continue reading To My Child As You Grow,
Dear Daughter, You stand here finishing the last two bites of an ice cream sandwich, chocolate wafer stuck to your lips, as you lick the remainder off your fingers. You begin to shimmy around the kitchen, the sound of some old time rock and roll music playing from the CD player you brought from your …
Continue reading To My Daughter, As You Chase Your Dreams
“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, 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 …
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 …
Continue reading Dear Overwhelmed Mama,
“It’s going to be okay.” When I heard these words, I felt the relief pour over me, washing away so much of the fear. I was a new mom and fear gripped my heart in those days. When our little girl was born just shy of three weeks early, all was well. She was healthy, …
Continue reading You Are Not Alone
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 …
Continue reading The Nights Are Long; But The Years Are Short
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 …
Continue reading Soon There Will Be A Last Time
