You were gone, in an instant, just gone and I had a terrible time understanding death. How can a person just go away? How could you go away? I lost you but I also lost a piece of my innocence, a blissful ignorance of how terrible grief really is, I didn’t know how much it… Continue reading Three Years Later…
Maybe the question isn’t always why, maybe the answer is simply “my”. Maybe there is power in not always asking why but being thankful for “my”.
Don’t say it shouldn’t bother you. If it bothers you, it bothers you and that’s completely fine. You’re not wrong for being upset by these comments! Not at all! I think it perfectly acceptable to tell people how you feel.
There are moms all over the world, who will wake up tomorrow, on Mother’s Day, and it will be just like any other day. Diapers, breakfast, cartoons, no sleeping in…business as usual. There will be no homemade cards, no pasta necklaces or breakfast in bed because the kids are too young to know or care.
Today is a perfect example of what it means to have a big sister. Not just any sister, a sister like mine. Today is Easter and we usually spend the day together, as a family…we go to Mom & Dad’s with our kids and it’s a big to do. Dad hops around the house and… Continue reading A sister like mine…
I’m newly single (see break up blog for back-story, 32 & Single…again). I posted about my breakup after I had time to process it, so I’ve been single for awhile now, but it is still new. I don’t remember the date exactly, because for me it wasn’t just one day, it happened over the course… Continue reading Why Do Happy People Cheat?
I am not alone, ever. Even with my eyes closed, I know they are there. Supporting my dreams, celebrating my successes, picking me up when I fall…they are always there. That’s how I do it.
I am the only person who can give my son a happy mom who loves life, he deserves that regardless of our circumstances. He gets one childhood, I get one shot at being his mom, the kind of mom I want him to remember, a happy mom who took time to do fun things. I can’t and won’t waste that opportunity, not for anything.
…I had to take a minute to process how profound his thoughts are. I could hardly believe how perceptive he was of the situation and how truly thoughtful he was in regards to it, how reflective.