But thinking back, it was never about the show we were about to put on, but it was always about the bonding. Here we were facing our biggest moments and milestones in life and our closest friends were readily available to hold our hand through it. Craft night, planning meetings, party prep... it was all just an excuse to gather and enjoy company with a purpose.
I guess you could say that at 10 years old he needs me most for the things he doesn't want me for.... homework, putting on sunscreen, taking out the trash, asking for help with his little brother... almost like I need him more than he needs me now.
This is a 16 & up post. Frankly I don't know how my child believed for so long. He has literally found his unwrapped presents every year. Every Christmas. Every birthday. Every Easter too. I'm consistent like that. But we did all the other things we were supposed to do: sat on the strange mans … Continue reading Jolly St. Nick & The Easter Bunny too
It wasn't a hard day, just a day that involved everything hard.. pushing my kids out the door before they're ready, concrete, more concrete, listening to hard stories from hardened individuals who've had harder lives than I can ever imagine. Realities of our crazy world. And if I think about it, not once have my … Continue reading Driving Home
October is Pregnancy & Infant Loss Awareness Month "The broken will always be able to love harder than most. Once you have been in the dark, you learn to appreciate everything that shines." -Zachary K Douglas It's no doubt our family would look very different if we hadn't gone through the tossing, tumbling torture of … Continue reading Without a Doubt
Don't you dare feel bad about your curves. For being round and lovely. You should never be ashamed of the way your hips look and the way your hips move. Millions of years of creation went into those hips! Your hips give you your womanly shape. They held your children within them and upon them. … Continue reading Note to Self
I just can't fucking believe it. You know, when I envisioned my healing process, I imagined quiet days of solitude, long naps, perhaps some meditation and journaling, (& lots of real housewives marathons) to address the emotional component of what I am experiencing. It somewhat resembled a retreat in my own bedroom all within a … Continue reading Marching On (Part Three)