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Looking for Peace*
I’ve been wrestling with something lately.(Sorry, this is a bit of a long one.) It feels a little like I’m at war with myself. One half pushing for the things I feel that I “should” do because it’s expected of me, and I hate feeling like I’ve let anyone down. The side that always says “yes” because it’s easier than dealing with the discomfort that can come with saying no. The other side is quieter. It knows my heart better. It knows my limits. My anxiety. It understands that what is right for me may not be the same for someone else. It bucks trends or expectations and focuses on…
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They are all mine.
“Are they all yours?” (“…on purpose?”) “You must be so busy!!” “You sure have your hands full!” “Good for you!” These are the comments I receive most often from random strangers we meet while we’re out and about. Many people assume that I must be running a home daycare, and are surprised to hear that I’m my only client. They are well meaning. I know that. I’m not offended. Apparently having a family of this size is uncommon these days and people are curious and interested. …but it does make me feel a little like a side show attraction sometimes, particularly with P’s antics. So, well meaning person on the…
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Dear W,
I hope you always know just how much you were wished for. Longed for. Hoped for. Prayed for. Above all else, I hope you always know just how much you are loved. Love,Me
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Please Cut My Hair
You know my catch phrase is “keep it real”. So, lemme just take you through this morning. I just told my sister and I cannot stop laughing. The fact that she keeps sending me memes isn’t helping, but here we go. I told you all last night that I was finally, FINALLY getting my hair cut this morning. My last appointment was cancelled the DAY BEFORE due to the lockdown. It was brutal. As things were opening up again, I reached out to a local independent stylist in my community. I booked an appointment for 9:30am this morning. I didn’t say a word about it until 10pm last night because…
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When it rains, it pours*
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Let’s Judge a Little Less*
I just read an article about a coyote attack at a park in a city not far from me. It was the second incident in under a week–two different parks, but in both instances a child had been bitten. The headline and story were upsetting, but the comments below it were what truly bothered me. “These children need to be taught better.’ “Where were the parents?” “What kind of parent would allow a child to approach a coyote / wild animal? I would NEVER do that.” “So sad when parents don’t watch their kids at the park.” “I bet the mom was on her phone. I see it every day.”…
