That’s pretty much all I’ve got. Just lots and lots of heavy sighs. This week has been just not great. In fact, it’s been a series of punches to my guts. And there’s still tomorrow to go before it’s “over.” And 10 more days after that. So I’m left here with so little TO say…
Motherhood
Mewed up to my heaviness
There is so much I want to say here. So much I want to just pour on this page and out of my heart. So many tears that are in my throat and stuck right behind my eyes. Tears that won’t come. Tonight my mind is full. Bursting with thoughts, mostly negative. Many sad. My…
Happy Mother’s Day to Me, too
Today has been one of those days I dream of having. Storybook. The kind of day I don’t think I deserve. Today has been a day of me, not in the sense that I’ve been indulged in my every whim (though I have been indulged. Hello, TOMS <3 Moms shoes that I might sleep in…
For my mother
I wouldn’t be a mother without my mother. Obviously. I wouldn’t know what it means to BE a mother without MY mother. Without her example, I wouldn’t know that sometimes we have to do whatever job we can to feed our children. I’m thankful to have a job I love (most of the time) when…
My son. The guinea pig
I started writing this post on Sunday night and, well, we know how that turned out. This past weekend I made Joshua a lab rat. A specimen. An experimental subject. (Don’t call the cops, people.) At Joshua’s 18 month and 24 month well-baby visits, I’ve signed the paperwork that allows him to participate in child…