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.
What’s worse than a teething baby?
Actually, there are a lot of things worse than that, but I have to make light of it somehow.
Because teething isn’t fun. I struggle with it a lot…
I can’t even imagine how Charlie feels. 🤔 ha ha.
I still remember the raw emotions.
Excitement, fear, worry, happiness, joy.
I still remember praying endlessly the entire 17 hours before they said “it’s time to do this.”
And then the following 4 hours of pushing.
And then the hour in the operating room.
And then the most pleading prayer of my life when you didn’t cry.
it did what God designed it to do. it’s perfect in all its imperfections. it’s beautiful even when it makes me feel the opposite. it’s about time i embrace it all.
I recently read somewhere to have a swimsuit body, you 1. Have a body, and 2. Put a swimsuit on it.
I love that. I also love this—Who needs a beach bod when you can have a mom bod?
You gotta love yourself a little in this day in age when body image is taking a hit, thanks to social media and photoshop and what the “standard of beauty” is. Continue reading
To the lucky lady who marries my son,
Today is your wedding day, the day you marry the man I raised.
This is so hard for me to write and I’m not sure why.
Possibly because I’m currently swiping the hair off his forehead as he lays here sleeping.
He’s currently my 21 month old little boy.