When I started out on this mom-blog adventure, I told myself that I needed to remain real with you guys.
Sometimes I succeed, other times I find myself trying to write what I think y’all will like or what I think will get the most hits.
Why would I do that to myself?
This world of social influence is tricky, but the short answer to that is…I have no clue.
We’ve hit tough terrain over here.
I’m not talking about terrible-twos, because we’ve been in that for 10 months and…well, it isn’t pleasant, but we’ve learned how to deal with that.
This post is about a few different things.
It’s about how we are embracing the strong-willed side of our child, and how we are embracing our child.
11 months of living apart from my husband was never something we planned. It’s never something we thought we’d be doing, and it definitely has not been easy.
It’s taught me how important my spouse is, and how easy it is for us to take someone for granted. It’s taught me the value of time, because two out of seven days a week is not much time to spend with someone.
It’s taught me about sacrifice.
I’ve been really struggling.
Although, I didn’t make that realization until a couple days ago.
Almost 11 months ago, we uprooted our life in Grand Rapids and moved to Big Rapids. In those 11 months, we lived in a garage at my parents house, we had a new baby, Jon got a new job (still in Grand Rapids), built a house, moved into that house, and lost my aunt to cancer. It’s been a crazy time.
Two kids (who were two-under-two for most of that time) kept me very busy. Continue reading
I’ve been meaning to post this for awhile now, but I haven’t been able to find the words to convey my heart.
I remember back when Z was born, and he slept in the crib his first night home. I had so many people comment on how shocked they were that I didn’t have my son right next to my bed, “I’d be up all night worried about him” and “what if he wakes up and cries because he’s scared.” So many different voices…
Well for one, we had a video monitor. For two, I knew he was safe in his crib, and three….I KNOW WHATS BEST FOR MY CHILD. Continue reading
I feel as though I’ve learned a couple important things from the last 2.5 years of motherhood.
It’s been a hard season over here, and I haven’t been very good at posting motherhood things lately. Between building a house, moving into said house, losing my aunt, and raising babes, I feel like there hasn’t been a moment to just sit and meditate, think or do anything that recharges me or ignites me.
I sometimes feel like my identity is “Z and C’s mom” because that’s what I am day in and day out.
I haven’t been able to find the words to fill this space, so I haven’t posted. I’ve left it blank, like how I feel.
Just under two weeks ago, my beautiful, strong and amazing aunt passed away. She fought her battle with cancer as hard as she could.