I can never be sure when I will be re-traumatized by memories of loss; when grief related triggers will pop up. Today it happened during the chaos of the after-school hours. The kids were doing a heck of a job testing my patience with loads of whining, crying…
My husband is great at making me feel appreciated. He so often reminds me that I am enough in a world that is constantly telling women to do more. He recognizes how draining my job as a stay-at-home mom is and how much energy it takes to keep…
After my first child was born, life got terribly messy, and not just from spit-up and dirty diapers. The transition from working full time to being a stay-at-home mom was difficult. I went days, sometimes weeks, without speaking to another adult, other than my husband for a…
As I was heading home from a quick trip to the high country, I found myself driving into a thick patch of fog. I had been enjoying seeing the beauty of the mountains through my car window, the snow dusted pine trees, the creek with fresh water breaking through the…
Sometimes I wish away these mornings with young children. These mornings when cries from the crib break the silence just a little earlier than I would like. These mornings that begin with leaky diapers and wet sheets and rushed baths. These mornings when the endless demands for more breakfast leave…
I watched the footage on TV, videos of students running from their school in Florida. Students running for safety. Students crying. Scared. Parents crying. Scared. And my heart sank a little lower, as it does every time I hear news of some horrific act act of violence, especially school violence…
Over the past two weeks, I have had the opportunity to participate in two volunteer events with Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep, an organization that provides services to families who have lost babies. Both of these opportunities took place right around the time of Micah’s 3rd…
I made my husband a sandwich today. No big deal, right? Except that it actually is kind of a big deal. At least in this house. I can’t remember the last time I made anything specifically for him. Sure, I make dinner every night, but it’s…