The Beginning of the Letting Go
I’ve had my heart ripped out of me this week. Ripped out, thrown on the floor, stomped on.
There’s no way around it.
This motherhood thing? It’s rough, people.
I’ve had my heart ripped out of me this week. Ripped out, thrown on the floor, stomped on.
There’s no way around it.
This motherhood thing? It’s rough, people.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm’d; And every fair from fair sometime declines,…
*Note: I’m re-posting this piece from a couple of months ago because it fits my theme for Write 31 Days: 31 Days of Being Broken Open (by God, for others). A couple of weeks ago, L had an MRI. It might not sound like a big deal, but it was. And I wasn’t prepared for…
L turns five this year. She’s been counting down to that special day since–oh, the day after she turned four. We’ve had many, many one-sided conversations about her fifth birthday. She’s monologued about zoo birthday parties (they have a birthday room, and we inevitably pass it every time we visit, which is fairly often), indoor…
Last week, a friend of mine shared a meme. It depicted an old man in front of a bingo board. Above him was a picture of a weather radar showing twin hurricanes hurtling across the Gulf of Mexico. “Who had double hurricanes on their 2020 Bingo card?” the caption read. Twenty-twenty has certainly felt like…
My oldest daughter recently professed that she believes Jesus is her personal savior, that he died on the cross for the forgiveness of her sins, and that she wants to follow him for the rest of her life. To my cautious mother-mind, this was big stuff. I made a point of bringing up the subject…
L is continually teaching me not to underestimate her at any stage. No matter what I think she is or is not capable of, she is apt to yank the rug out from under my expectations on any given day. We had another lesson in this on Halloween, when we went Trick-or-Treating with Jen and…
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I think it always feel like this … it’s why that love is so amazing.
Indeed, Wendi! Indeed! 🙂