As the last minutes of 2019 slip away, I’m left with a feeling of accomplishment. I’ve learned a lot this year – about myself and others. I’ve started new things. Put myself out there. I’ve loved myself and stood up for myself in ways I never have before. I’ve placed boundaries. I’ve gained confidence. I’ve grown. I’ve spent the past year...
Seeing the changes in what I want now compared to what I thought was the ultimate goal a few years ago is shocking. I’m still struggling with fully accepting that the picture I had in my head of how I wanted my life to look isn’t the only right way. We’ve been taught to aim for certain things in life. We’ve been taught to strive and work towards a certain lifestyle. Allowing myself to want...
Birthdays, anniversaries and holidays are big reminders of those who are no longer with us. Some may have passed away. Others may have chosen to leave our lives… and others we might have decided to walk away from. I’m the type of person who doesn’t accidentally forget a birthday. Every year, without fail, I send the card, make the call and send a text. Today, I chose a different...
It’s almost been one year since your diagnosis. So much has happened this past year. I could talk about all the procedures, doctor appointments, surgeries and treatments. I could talk about all of the devastation, pain and exhaustion. But I won’t. I’ll remember how you rose up, faced reality and stood in your power. I’ll remember how you stood tall and beat the odds...
Last night, you came to our room. You had woken up and couldn’t go back to sleep. Daddy invited you into bed with us. You climbed in and found your spot between us. A spot you had not used in longer than I can remember. You quickly drifted off to sleep. As did I. I woke up several times to check on you. I couldn’t help but smile when I opened my eyes. Your precious face so close to...
When my kids grow up and start their own life… when they have their own kids… What will they remember? Who will they remember? Will they remember the mornings with a cranky mom who needed more sleep? Or the nights she was there for them when they woke up from a bad dream? Will they remember the mom who constantly nagged about all the things? Or the mom who cared enough to worry about...
