Let’s start out by saying…why hasn’t anyone shared this stage of life? This weird in-between. My kids are no longer littles. No more wiping butts. No more getting snacks. No more giving baths. Yet. We are not in the teen years. We are upper elementary age kids. And honestly, it’s strange. I find myself worring … More Savoring and smelling the tween years (the weird in-between)
A broken home. We all have described divorce this way. Yes. Even me. Maybe we thought since the marriage was unable to thrive, therefore, the family that was made is damaged and broken. Maybe we think we know how the divorce came about so we assume we know how the family unit looks. Broken. Cracked. … More My children are not growing up in a “broken” home
Here you are. In a place you never thought you would be in. Single, separated, divorced. Whether it was mutual, unwanted, or your decision, life, right now, is going to be very very hard. There is no guidebook. No 10-step program. No expiration date. So friend, I want to help. I want to be real … More To the newly single momma
I don’t love motherhood. Not every day. Not every hour. Not every minute. It takes so much out of me. Demands all of me. It is exhausting. It is overwhelming. It is all consuming. I don’t love the endless laundry and cleaning. But I do love teaching my sons how to be responsible and contribute … More I don’t love motherhood
Mama. The whispered voice is heard coming from my open bedroom door. My seven year old walks over to me, sweating and pale. Mama. I just threw up. I push the warm covers off and sit up, wrapping my arms around him. I get him cleaned up and settled back into my bed. I am … More The loneliness of single motherhood
I have avoided this subject because, well it is very painful. And scary. And the one thing that could very well break me. My boys. My sons. My sweet, innocent, loving boys. Divorce. Combine them and it hurts. Their dad and I are united in raising them together. Right now, we agree on how we … More I am sharing my children with another woman
Sunday wasn’t the best day for our little family. April was pretending to be January. My children thought 6:30 am was a good time to play, shout, and wrestle on my bed. I was (and still am) in limbo with my medication transition and my sleep, patience, and nerves were lacking. My four year old … More A bad Sunday doesn’t make me a bad mom
I knew motherhood was going to be hard. I read about it. I heard about it. I saw it. All around me. I prepared myself as best as possible and then I was going to just learn as I go. Today, I am still winging it. More now than in the past six years. I … More Loving my strong willed child
I am scared to let my children play outside alone. They are 6 and almost 4. At an age that if they are in the back playing, I feel comfortable with them outside alone. But I am scared. I have always felt this way. I am scared to leave them alone unattended for anything. To … More I am scared to let my children play outside alone (and it’s not what you think)
For some reason, the end of the year brings many memories flooding back. Maybe it’s the holidays. Maybe it’s reflecting on the past year. Maybe it’s in anticipation of what I would like to happen in the new year. But it occurs more frequently. Especially images and thoughts of my childhood. I had a good … More I hope they remember
Lovely in the Dark 