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All-consuming, persistent, relentless, and unforgiving. Motherhood is 365 days per year of these and many more words, flattering and not. One day to recognize all of this feels cheesy. But then Christmas feels all too short to celebrate our oneness with Gratitude and salvation. We’ll be celebrating more Mother’s day next weekend as my husband…
In a conversation with a woman friend recently, she blurted out that she wished she could be done with all the burdens of being a mother. She wants her life and her time back. She wants to feel entitled to say no to the demands of mothering and yes to herself. And I felt what…
Saying Goodbye this week to our daycare provider Miss Tara as she is moving on to a better means of employment and way less hassle for her life. Fiona has been there a while and I know she will miss being a part of her family. We are also losing our girl Caitlin who needs…
Last Mother’s Day, while I was in the trenches of new motherhood again, scrambling to adequately fulfill my newborn girl’s every need, it occurred to me that everyone has someone to thank for intentionally keeping them alive. We were all helpless babies once. We can not remember being kept alive and yet, here we are….
This past school year, my son learned about a type of poem I was unfamiliar with. The last 2 credits I earned for college so that I could graduate were in an upper level poetry course. And I’ve still never heard of this. The type of poem is called a Cinquain. Created by Adelaide Crapsey…
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