Well of course you’re a person – no one doubted that. However, doesn’t it feel like some days you’re not your own person? Your title of mom seems to edge out your own name and, in the mix, you almost forget that you’re an individual with needs that need to be met too. I’ve been
The world has slowed down by choice and by force. It’s a scary time of uncertainty and worry. I remember weeks ago as whispers started and the panic buying started grabbing a pack of toilet paper from Costco and two cases of water after seeing a line of people dragging away carts and pallets full.
This topic has been on my heart a lot lately. Recently I read a book that addressed my recent feelings on the topic of motherhood and wine. Guess what? I am guilty of exactly the behavior I want to change. Kids are crazy, send wine. Rough day, need a glass of wine. Need wine, because
My prayer list has grown longer and longer these days. Desperate prayers. Some small, some big. As I write this my eyes are heavy as the kiddos joined me in bed at 4:00 AM and were up for the day by 6:00 AM. I struggle to find the energy to even think of meals today.