Nearly every night my children find their way into our king size bed; it seems far too small when I think of my entire world laying beside me. There are moments when I wake up and see these two little bodies cuddled up closely, blissfully unaware of what this life holds. The magnitude of my… Continue reading The Weight of Motherhood
I decided on my career when I was eight years old. Because of Mrs. Brown, I knew I was going to be a teacher. I wanted to be just like her. I worked hard to make this reality, but 10 years later when I declared a major, I had a moment of doubt. Journalism was my… Continue reading When Things Fall Apart
When my husband was a month old, he was hospitalized with croup. They weren't sure if he was going to make it. My mother-in-law documented his entire stay in a yellow, three subject spiral notebook. She wrote down every time he coughed, what it sounded like, and any other information pertaining to his illness. She… Continue reading Writing Motherhood
My alarm pulls me out of whatever deep sleep I can muster with toddler feet in my face at 5 am. I contort my body to turn it off, without opening my eyes my finger finds my phone and turns off the alarm. I roll over and try to fall into a deep sleep, irritated… Continue reading Finding Creative Time
“Love proves itself by deeds, so how am I to show my love? Great deeds are forbidden me. The only way I can prove my love is by… every little sacrifice, every glance and word, and the doing of the least actions for love.” - Saint Therese I read something recently in an email subscription… Continue reading Magic Maker
image via When I met my husband seven years ago I was at my weakest. I was broken hearted and my dreams had recently been shattered. I was fearful of the future, the unknown, what (and who) I would become. He loved me anyway, let me know that it wasn't a career that made me… Continue reading Strands of Gold
Happy July! I can't believe how quickly we are flying through 2017. We are officially 4 months away from my baby girl turning 2 (her golden birthday)! It is so hard to believe! I am working on figuring out a rhythm for my writing practice, so that is my main focus for July. My other… Continue reading July Goals
I don’t give myself enough credit as a mom. I don’t acknowledge how capable I am or that there is enough grace to cover the fear that hangs heavy on my shoulders.
What I want to give up, what I need to give up is the fear, the doubt, the perfectionism that clouds my way, makes everything foggy, makes me want to crawl into a hole and hide until the sun comes back out. This is what I want to give up, what I need to do without.
We are all looking for someone who understands what our daily lives look like, who understands how beautifully messy motherhood truly is, someone to acknowledge that motherhood is a captivating contradiction.