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
You stare at your blank notebooks and think you don’t have anything of substance to say. You stare at a blank screen and think your voice isn’t needed. You want to give up, to quit, to go back to thinking you aren’t the creative type, that you can’t be a writer. But something keeps you from walking away.
I’m realizing though, for someone who *thinks* she likes who she is becoming, I am still fighting the inner critic telling me I’m not enough
I am in the process of creating space for my writing to grow- physical, mental, and emotional space.
I want it to be an honest version of myself, I want to be vulnerable and share hard things within this space because I know that there are other moms out there struggling too.
So, this is me, stepping out in faith. Faith that I can do hard things, that I can continue learning about the world, life, and myself. Faith that motherhood, for me, is so much more than raising children, but learning alongside them.