I’m not going to lie, my New Year’s vision setting is often as bad as my eye vision (legally blind). Like so many, I set goals for the new year (some maybe too lofty) and life gets in the way. As I write this, I’m finding myself the same weight I was one year ago…
Category: Blessed
Nine years of “in the trenches” parenting will cause you to do a lot of reflecting. Some of my biggest “ah ha” moments are when I realize the sacrifices my mom made for us. So here it is, I’m sorry mom… I’m sorry, Mom that the doctor made you wake me up every couple of…
I hate change. I avoid change. Safe and routine are my friends. So when I was filled with years of conflict, I pushed on. When I was pregnant with baby #3 something painful and excruciating happened. Teaching had always been my passion and education was my lifelong career. All of the sudden I had doubt…
This week, Madilyn has been sick as I’m finishing the semester and Justin is under major stress with work. This weekend, our family plans of all going to Jake’s first hockey tournament together had to change so the boys headed to the beach and I stayed home with our girl. Today, she finally started to…
I have always disliked winter. I prefer long sunny days outside being warm with plenty of things to do. For years, I would spend much of winters inside wrapped up under blankets. Depressing I know. My first winter as a parent was painful. It was cold. I was stuck inside with a newborn who I…
“You left your husband with ALL the kids?” Seriously. What is this? Right along with, “Is Justin watching the kids tonight?” For crying out loud. My husband is a DAD, just like I’m a MOM. He’s not babysitting, he’s parenting. My husband is the oldest of eight kids. Yeah, I said eight….
I was eight months pregnant. My husband was at work. Patience was thin as I shuffled my two active boys into the new minivan (I still can’t believe I had to get a minivan) following swim lessons. I made eye contact with a mom exiting with her ONE daughter who peacefully walked beside her holding…
I was still in the stirrups, getting stitched up, talking to my OB. This was my third labor and my third and final baby. She commented “you are doing amazingly well” and asked “how are you feeling?” I remember my immediate response, “I never have to do this again!” She laughed and told me she…