Like many, I still remember 9.11.01. Every feeling, every moment. Probably better than the births of my children or my wedding day. The uncertainty, the fear, the void, the sadness, the anger we all felt brought us together. I was raised by a patriotic family. I knew the sacrifices of my grandfather, cousin, and stepfather…
Category: Blessed
The new normal for most of us consists of a lot of stress and unknowns. We are lonely without our usual interaction, stressed about having our children ALL. DAY. EVERY. DAY. and many of us are trying to provide them with some learning. Trips to the grocery store are even more stressful. We are concerned…
Looking back I’ve probably had anxiety most of my life. I was very shy until high school and even then, pretty reserved. I’ve never felt comfortable in social situations and have always second-guessed my words and decisions. This has made for some emotional times. Roller coaster periods of depression and anxiety, and my behavior through…
Last night I made meatloaf. And yes, I’m writing a post about it. Here’s why- to me, meatloaf is home. The women in my family (with the exception of my aunt) aren’t exactly creative in the kitchen. I’m pretty sure the only dish my grandmother could make (and burn) was meatloaf. Thank goodness my mom…
“I’m proud of you.” Four simple words that pack a powerful punch. We grew up yearning for these words and when we received them, from a parent, teacher, mentor, our world felt bigger, we felt we had a place, we felt validated. Something happens as we become adults. We hear those words less often and…
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…
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…