Tag: #reflection

A Year in Reflection

Full disclosure: I’m sitting in a closet as I type this, my three year old is watching tv and my almost six month old is scooting around me playing with shoes. I’m surrounded by things that represent a life I was supposed to have:…

An Open Thank You

Last night I spent and hour and thirty-eight minutes on the phone with my best friend. I b******, I complained, I wallowed, I self-cared. Yesterday I discovered for the hundredth time in the eight years we’ve been friends that she is my rock. When…

See You Later

Last Friday was a bittersweet day, it was a day of lasts in a way. We are done with our last possession in Savannah — our first home. It was a place we poured hours into, where our friends became even more family and…

Defeat and it’s Lessons

Some days are better than others, some are worse–that is the way life works. I had a day that was one of the not so awesome days; it ended with an ugly cry in the shower. 37 weeks and 5 days pregnant is not…

Lessons From a Three Year Old

There are a lot of things we can learn from our children, crazy I know, but as I took a step back today I realized how mindful my son is and so I got to thinking. Today my three year old told his dad…

The Role of Maturity

Maturity is a personality trait that is lost on a large portion of our population; it is the ability to deal with situations that are less than ideal in a manner that exemplifies your ability to think and act as a mature human being….

A Mother’s Day Reflection

“Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, and though they are with you, yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but…

Lost

Have you ever walked into a house that was once filled with the pitter-patter of small feet, a tiny person’s mess, an ungodly number of pictures and toys, and an endless amount of noise to find it empty? No longer are the toys that…

Good Bye

As I sat there staring at a cake, a Mickey Mouse, a vase of white roses, a strawberry pillow, a card, and some cupcakes I realized this was the end. It was the end of six and a half years of working my butt…

Bad Parenting

As I sit here on a Sunday a week and a half after I shipped my son to my mom I can’t help but reflect on the freedom I feel – I know my son is in good hands, my mom is amazing with…

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