I never thought I would be done having kids after just two. Never. I also never thought I might be done having kids at 32. Thirty-two is just so young. I should have at least a few more child-bearing years … Continue reading
You cried when I dropped you off at your gymnastics class this afternoon. You’ve been going for more than a year now, but you always look like you’re on the verge of breaking down when I leave you there. It’s … Continue reading
My first child was a honeymoon baby. There was no work involved in getting our son, just a little bit of prayer. Even our daughter didn’t require much work, just a few months of charting, a handful of negative pregnancy … Continue reading
It took me two and a half years to settle into my role as mama. It happened on August 6, 2018, at 1:14 p.m. It was the moment my second child was born. Right as I knew my life as … Continue reading
I have two children. That’s just a bit over the national average here in America. But it’s about five less than the local average. Parents tend to have large families around here. Twelve passenger vans are not a rarity, and … Continue reading
Breakfast has been eaten. The dishes have been washed and set out to dry. Your kids are both quietly playing in the living room. And there is a load of laundry sitting on the couch just waiting to be folded. … Continue reading
Sometimes I feel like a bit of a loser. It might be after getting off the phone with an old friend who balances being a mom and working her dream job. It might happen after spending an evening lounging on … Continue reading
I have a bit of a confession to make. I didn’t have a very strong relationship with Mary until just recently, and I’m honestly still working on it. When I began to take my faith seriously in high school, I … Continue reading
118. That was the number on the scale just before I realized I needed help. 118 pounds. It’s really not that small of a number, especially when you stand at only five foot four. In fact, 118 pounds put me … Continue reading
To all the friends I’ve lost since becoming a mother: I’m sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t a better friend. I’m sorry I haven’t reached out to you in months or even years. I’m sorry we don’t have the relationship we … Continue reading
Love in the Little Things 