[There is an excellent article that says anything way better than I could try to say it, but I decided to link it at the bottom and tell my own real-life version of how true this article is.] This morning I got humility-punched in a way I never saw coming. It all started a few … Continue reading A Halloween costume that revealed my heart.
Dear random people in the store today, Yes. Me here. The one whose once sweet-and-calm daughter sitting in the cart turned not-so-sweet-and-calm. Yeah, whose headband was no longer in, hair was everywhere, nose was snotty, and was acting completely unruly. Guilty as charged. Well, I just wanted to tell you a few things. I’m home … Continue reading A letter from a tantrum throwing toddler Mom at Target
Here I am again, a few years later, sharing my pregnancy story. Once again it is all still so very fresh and tender. Once again my hope is that those who share similar experiences would not feel so alone. I hope I am one more person taking a step to open up this conversation many … Continue reading Losing someone you never knew
When I was younger a sort of fearlessness marked my life. At least I would have liked to have thought of myself as a “dare-devil.” The potential for skinned knees never kept me from roller blading or skate boarding (no I was not an Avril Lavigne wanna-be… okay, so maybe I was), the possibility of … Continue reading Part 3: when we are given a gift we are afraid to lose
For me personally, becoming a mom was different than "becoming" anything else. When I got married I expected to wake up the next morning and "feel" like a wife. I didn't really. Nothing felt all that different. Yet as surreal as it all was, it seems as if the moment the nurses laid Reese on … Continue reading All Mom.
Reese Avery, The other day as you laid in my arms I stared into your deep blue eyes and started to think about all they might see someday. I watched them doze off into sleep and then began to look at your little ears, nose, and hands. I thought about the capability and potential each part … Continue reading A letter to my daughter…
She is no longer a faceless, nameless, genderless, being- she is my daughter. Feeling her soft tiny hands clinch tightly around my finger, waking up to her desperate cry, hearing her heartbeat on my chest, and watching her grow right before my eyes has shown me that as much as I knew in my mind … Continue reading Reese Avery: The gift I did not desire (part two)