2019. It wore us out mentally, physically, emotionally. Amidst downsizing and learning how to operate in less we walked through unimaginable grief and loss. We grew and experienced all the pains that come with growth. I want to say this year was our best yet but it wasn’t, and I
I belong to a Facebook group that’s for working moms. It has over 9,000 members from the US, Canada, Mexico and Europe. While mostly liberal in their thinking, they do have some killer recipes exchanges that happen and I do enjoy reading how moms all over the world hold it
Parenting is hard. Anyone who is a parent knows this. It’s sleepless nights, it’s hiding in the closet just to eat chocolate, it’s cleaning puke up at 1:00 AM, it’s having to have deep and emotionally draining conversations with teenagers at 11:00 PM on school/work nights. It’s hard. Every stage.
This is a blog I wrote 7 years ago that popped up in my Timehop today. The boys have aged since then but every word of this letter is still true.
Twenty years. That’s a long time, or it’s not, depending on what context you are thinking of twenty years in. Twenty years could seem like forever to a convicted felon. Twenty years seems so young to me now that I am forty but when I was ten, twenty seemed like