As a child, I remember fun Christmas mornings with mom and dad and my brother. As an adult, Christmas was…let’s face it, I was bahumbug about it. Then when I had kids, the magic came back seeing the twinkle in my son’s eyes. Then my baby turned into a toddler…which brings us to this post.
The twinkle in his eyes was still here this Christmas season, but then so was something else. Selfishness. Or greed? Maybe I don’t even know.
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 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.
Let me start by saying that I’ve been fortunate enough to have not lost anyone in the armed forces. My heart breaks for those that have. I do not write this post lightly. Please know if you have lost someone, you’re being prayed for.
When I first started “planning” my motherhood journey as an adult, I swore to myself I would never become ‘that mom’ that did different things to get her child to listen, obey or stop crying! Continue reading
I knew we wouldn’t live here forever, but I was hoping for at least five years.
I was also hoping for our kids to be two years apart in age, but we all know that didn’t happen.
And I was even hoping we’d be living in a warm, sunny place (aka: Florida) but I believe that didn’t work out because we are meant to be here, in the mitten. Continue reading