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This one is for the mamas who can hang. You know who you are. You are the ones who should be breaking but refuse to crumble. You are the ones who have or continue to struggle to conceive. You are the ones whose own health took a hit during pregnancy and delivery. You are the…
Energy? Energy? Where are you? I can’t find you. I was really hoping to use these non-kid-directed four hours to be productive, but you are nowhere to be found. Where have you run off to? You are not supposed to just up and leave whenever you feel like it. I need you around all of…
Hey Guys. Allow me to let you in on a little secret — I don’t have a lot of time. Okay, that’s not really a secret and according to my husband, I b*tch, complain, and preach about it far and wide to anyone within earshot at every opportunity. Am I a martyr? I’m not trying to be,…
“This is magic.” Only a child would say something like that while walking the halls of a children’s hospital. We had just exited the elevator taking us from the registration floor up to the pre-op level for my daughter’s scheduled surgery –a tonsillectomy, a frenotomy (lip-tie cut), and a myringotomy (ear tube replacement). When we…
This morning my two-year-old locked me out of my house. I stepped out back on our patio to let our aging Labradors out to relieve themselves. While I usually leave the back door open so that I can hear my kids fighting for the three to five minutes that I am not in the room,…
I claim (and complain) that I get the worst of you, but the truth is that I get the best of you. I get the you who is on the journey. I get the you who is slightly naive and curious. I get the you who is learning and growing. I get the you who is…
I thought I knew what was important in life. So God made you (and you and you) to show me what important looks, sounds, and breathes like. I thought I knew how to recognize beauty. So God made you (and you and you) to show me that beauty can look different and make you feel different…
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