When I became a mom I forgot how to sleep. It was like I just had no idea how much there is to worry about. Well, now I know. I know real good.
3 am seemed to be the magic time to wake up and visualize my kids living on a street corner strung out on heroin. It would start with me replaying the argument I had with my seven-year-old, then I’d think she’ll never really know I love her if we fight ...
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The Greatest Lie Satan Told Me- That I Believed
Every morning, I wake up, go to the bathroom, and weigh myself. I never used to do this. I didn't grow up in a house where weight mattered, rather the way I felt and what I was able to accomplish with my healthy body mattered. Up until I was weighed regularly at prenatal checkups, I couldn't even tell you how much I weighed. Now I am a thirty-something mother of four, and somewhere along the way, ...
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The Way My Son Sees Me
I've had 4 babies. With every baby, I gain "a little" weight, a few extra stretch marks, and let me just tell you things are getting saggier and wrinklier with every passing day (if you get my drift). Am I self-concious? You bet I am. I have a hard time finding clothes that fit just right- well, maybe they cover my body alright, but they don't look like they do on the cute 21 year old ...
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