I’m more than just a Mom

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It’s taken me a very long time to realize that I’ve lost who I am.

Who is Monica?

A few weeks ago I woke up feeling numb. I’m not sure if I felt sadness, or darkness, or anything for that matter…I just felt blank.

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Let’s be real

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.

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You do you, Mama

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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…

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Things motherhood has taught me

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.

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A Bitsy box for teething babes

What’s worse than a teething baby?

Not much.

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.

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Oh, how time flies

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.

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