Sometimes it just hits me completely out of the blue that I am someone’s mother. I AM SOMEONE’S MOTHER, PEOPLE. This should come as a totally not shocking revelation to me as I vividly remember his forcible removal from my uterus and have the stretch marks and scar as proof of his former status as…
working mama
Before and after
Wednesday afternoon. WEDNESDAY. AFTERNOON. (Do you know why I’m excited? Because the school year is nearly done. I have almost survived. Sanity in tact. Mostly.) So who’s on the docket now? Why, another working mama who understands the pressure of a deadline and high heels. Blair was at the rally last year, fresh after taking…
Help is the hardest word to say
This next post in the rally is one that is super special to me. Lara isn’t a blogger. She isn’t on Twitter. She’s an in-real-life friend. Lara and I met in college through our campus ministry, Chi Alpha. She and I were in the same small group and almost became roommates, but then I bought…
Heavy sighs
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…
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…