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
I have never been one for gratitude. Now, don’t take me wrong. I am a firm believer in being thankful and showing my gratitude towards others. Every morning, I tell God thank you for this day and what my life includes. Also, I am prone to show gratitude in little acts of love. But the … More 30 days of gratitude made me more present in my everyday life
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
Oh my sweet baby boy. Here you are. Four. It was just yesterday I met you. It was love at first sight. My G. It took me awhile to warm up to the idea of you. I couldn’t believe how quickly it happened. See, I didn’t think I could love you like I did your … More To my son on your 4th birthday, you saved me
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
It has been a week. Today a struggle for me to hold it together. Just irritated with everything. Stressful at work. Throw in some PMS, the hundredth meltdown for I don’t even know the reason, and two kids complaining about the food I made again for supper, I had it. I yelled. More than my … More Last night, I yelled
I don’t make my children share. Okay, let me explain. I do have them share. But I don’t make it a priority. I don’t insist that they must share. And disciplining them for not sharing is not longer a huge role. Now please let me give insight before you think of me as this horrible … More I Don’t Make My Kids Share
Kids say the darnedest things. I mean, having conversations with my kids is fun. Seeing how their little minds work. But have you ever said something to them and were like….um really, did I just say that? Did I really just have to say that out loud to my son?! Yes. Yes I did. I … More Did I just say that?!
