To The Momma at Chick-Fil-A

To The Momma at Chick-Fil-A

I saw you come in with your sweet kids the other day – one on your hip and one around your leg. I watched as you ordered your lunch, and then set the baby on the counter to dig through the diaper bag for your wallet. I wanted to cheer for you as they handed you...
It’s Okay.

It’s Okay.

It’s not your fault, you know.   It really isn’t. No matter how many times you have thought it. No matter how many times someone told you. It’s not your fault. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Don’t you? You know exactly what your “it” is. It is...
Little Girls and Their Mommas

Little Girls and Their Mommas

“You’re a mean momma!” She shouted as she pushed her tiny thirty pound body away from mine. They were hurtful words, but I knew she didn’t mean them. I mean, she did, but… she didn’t really. On this day, I wouldn’t let her have another juice box before bed. “Sister....
Save a Little Love For Me

Save a Little Love For Me

He grabs his boots, or his briefcase, or his suitcase – and He’s headed off to work. She’s busy making breakfast for the little ones already awake. The cereal spills across the kitchen floor just as the baby monitor lights up. Someone else needs her too. She pours...
Only Good Mommies…

Only Good Mommies…

I used to think that good mommies were a group of women that did everything right. You know. Good mommies don’t yell. They have endless patience. Good mommies balance life at home and work and every other group/organization they or their kids are a part of. Good...
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