by Ginger Hughes | Feb 24, 2021 | Faith, God, Gratitude, Life Lessons, Motherhood, Time
My view is different these days. At least a couple of times per week, I’ll be here strapped to this monitor while it counts our baby’s heartbeats. My nights are different these days. I sleep very little as it’s become increasingly difficult to find a comfortable...
by Ginger Hughes | May 21, 2019 | Childhood, Faith, God, Gratitude, Joy, Kids, Motherhood, Parenting, Prayer, Simple Things, Thankfulness, Time
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,...
by Ginger Hughes | May 15, 2018 | Anxiety, Faith, Kids, Motherhood, Parenting, Perfectionism, Time
I feel overwhelmed some days. It’s the kind of overwhelmed that has me looking around the room wondering where to even start. It’s the kind of overwhelmed that makes the tears sting my eyes because it seems as though the harder I try the further behind I get. That...
by Ginger Hughes | Mar 20, 2018 | Compassion, Faith, Life Lessons, Take Time, Time
By: Ginger Hughes I’m not sure what she saw when she looked at me. There were no tears. My eyes were no longer swollen or red-rimmed. I was simply standing at the door of the intensive care unit, eyes downcast, waiting for my cousin to join me there. I glanced up once...
by Ginger Hughes | Jan 20, 2018 | Childhood, Kids, Life Lessons, Motherhood, Parenting, Simple Things, Take Time, Time
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...
by Ginger Hughes | Jan 2, 2018 | Childhood, Kids, Motherhood, Parenting, Simple Things, 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....
