Joy is often found in the mess.
And you need a break. A break from perfectionism. A break from self-sacrifice. A break from being everything to everyone else at all times.
I’m doing it, even though sometimes people question my faith or suggest it’s unimportant.
Beyond the level of physical exhaustion is that induced by parenting.
This isn’t easy. But it sure is generously rewarded by love.
At a certain point of my tick-research, I think I have become so pissed at these ticks that I just decided to started living.
Parenting a child with public meltdowns feels isolating. So when a hand reaches out, it makes all the difference.
Before your birthday, I loved. After your birthday, my heart aches under the monumental weight of its love for you.
It’s a tricky feeling to know that our lives as mothers, and all that comes with it, has left us feeling burnt out. Because what are we going to do? We still need to go on, and get everything done.
Emphasis on the word “living”—because how “slow” can the life of a mother really be?
By growing our family away from extended family (and their help), we’ve learned that there is nothing more valuable than creating a strong network of friends who are like family.
Families are made because of love—not just DNA. ?
And because it’s teaching him self-sufficiency and responsibility. (Plus, it’s helpful to mama!)
You don’t have to be pregnant to be an expectant mother—or else we’d never use the term “expectant father,” right?
Mothering must rise up in us, not be scripted onto us.
Thank God I stole these from my husband because really—what would my life be without them?
Sometimes finding peace with parenting is as simple as cutting yourself a break.
To the friends, family, medical professionals, treasured neighbors and kind strangers: THANK YOU. ?
When we say no to help from our friends, we are robbing them of their happiness. And let’s be honest, we are robbing ourselves of some much-needed help.