"Mom, what I do without you?" He asks as he wraps his arms around my waist and lays his head on my stomach. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, rub his back and say it back to him, "what would I do without you, buddy?" I really don’t know. ... Most nights bedtime… Continue reading On Letting Go
“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
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.
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 may not be comparing my life to hers and theirs, but I was ignoring my life to see how they were living. I think that’s even worse.
Sacrifice is part of our job description; we sacrifice our bodies, our sleep, our personal space, our sanity. We sacrifice, willingly, anything we have to in order to love our children well, to give them all that they need