I Knew Someone Was Missing

I Knew Someone Was Missing

I have known that you were missing for a while now. I would look around the table at dinner and even though the chairs were all full, my heart would whisper, “Someone isn’t here yet.” When people would ask if we were done having kids after your brother and...
What Do You See, Momma?

What Do You See, Momma?

Last night, I stood in the bathroom, pulled my hair up into a ponytail and wiped the makeup off of my face. While this is something I do most nights, last night, I stopped and actually took a moment to consider the face of the woman looking back at me… honestly, I...
Somewhere There is a Nurse

Somewhere There is a Nurse

Somewhere, there is a nurse. She left her family in the early hours of the morning, and came to take care of mine. She has been on her feet since before I was awake, and she will keep working tirelessly until the end of her day… even if that means working throughout...
What Do You See, Momma?

To My Single Friends Ready for Answers

I have never been a big planner. I’m not one of those overly organized types. Those people are awesome. I’m just not one of them. I can make a decent plan, but I find that if I do, rarely do things go according to it. So, my eagerness to meet the man that I would...
You are the Momma. It’s Your Call.

You are the Momma. It’s Your Call.

Hey, Momma? You know the way that you decided to do it – the one that went against all of the experts and latest trends? The way that works for you, but just might sound crazy to every other parent you know? Way to go! Yup. Way to go. You’re an adult. An adult and a...
What Do You See, Momma?

What’s that Smell?!

Last Sunday, we spent the morning like any other. I made breakfast and got the kids ready for church. I ironed clothes, fixed hair and actually put on some makeup. We weren’t even running late. It was basically a Sunday morning miracle. Our drive to church takes us...
To the Momma in the Silent Years

To the Momma in the Silent Years

Somewhere, there is a momma in the silent years quietly wiping down a high chair. Breakfast is over and her baby is babbling on a blanket as she takes a minute to clean up applesauce and tiny puffs that have spilled across the floor. She will spend so much of her day...
What Do You See, Momma?

The Last First Time

When I was pregnant with my oldest (now four), every part of pregnancy was exciting. I called my husband to tell him every time that the baby had hiccups. I posted the baby’s size and latest developments to my Facebook account every week. Oh, and I went to visit labor...
A Response to the Unwritten Letter

A Response to the Unwritten Letter

Dear friend, Your heart is safe here with me. It is a brave thing to admit that you aren’t as okay as you claim to be most days. It is okay to concede that maybe you need a little help. I know that most days you can keep your fears under control. Those whispers of...
What You Won’t Find on Google

What You Won’t Find on Google

There are some things that you just cannot Google. I mean, I suppose that you could enter whatever search terms that you wanted, but there are certain things that even “Dr. Google,” and “Peace of Mind Google,” and “Am I Normal Google” cannot answer. I joked with my...
What Do You See, Momma?

The Truth About Ruining Your Kids

The first diaper that I ever changed was my son’s. I didn’t have any younger siblings or family members. I hadn’t spent my teenage years babysitting. The opportunity had just never presented itself. What a shame – I know. I did open a package of newborn diapers about...
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