Celebrating the joys and sharing the struggles of motherhood, life and faith.
At times we get on each other’s nerves. We love each other, don’t get me wrong. We’re a good team, best friends even. We agree wholeheartedly on the important things in life. We enjoy each other’s company and love to laugh together. But sometimes, we annoy each other. Sometimes, we hurt each other’s feelings. Sometimes, …
Continue reading Love, Life, and Coffee Mugs
You didn’t know I held you in the night. You woke up to go potty and called for me. You were so sleepy that once you finished I picked you up and carried you back to your room. You instantly fell asleep on my shoulder as I walked the short distance back to your bed, …
Continue reading When Time Stands Still
“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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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
It’s hard to believe that I’m sitting here staring 40 in the eye. I never thought this day would arrive so soon, but here I am. As I sit here contemplating this turn of another year, I’ve begun to wonder what I’d tell my younger self if I had the opportunity. Here are a few …
Continue reading Dear Younger Me:
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 …
Continue reading Please Help Me To Be Nice
“Sit with me Mama,” my little boy said. He was sitting at the breakfast table having a snack and watching me hustle around the room straightening, cleaning, and just trying in general to catch up. (A lofty goal I never seem to reach.) “I’m coming baby, let me just finish these dishes first,” I replied. I …
Continue reading An Invitation
