I can hear the cadence of my feet on the pavement. Pound. Pound. Pound. It’s a sound engrained into that weird place of my heart that accepts difficult endeavors as beautiful. It’s a sound I love, my feet falling one behind the other. Pound. Pound. Pound. My heart beats in time. This is, after all, … Continue reading A Love Note to Running
Sometimes, she feels lonely. Isolated by anxiety, self-consiousness, and fear. Sometimes, she is overwhelmed. By cleaning and laundry and dishes and all of the other things that make her feel more like a maid and less like a mom. Sometimes, she is just plain tired. She is worn out, freaked out, worried over a future … Continue reading Postpartum: What I Wish Someone Had Told Me
To travel to the end is to encounter a multitude in the middle. And, although I'm tempted to fold my ideas in half and pile them neatly on the shelf, as though they will magically turn into something beautiful on their own, what the heart needs is to just make a big mess.
I pulled into the closest parking spot available to the front door. It was a blistering 115 degrees and as I turned off the car I immediately regretted opting for the peach pants instead of something a little more forgiving of the desert heat. Did he miss the exit? My mind wandered to my husband. … Continue reading Childcare will not Defeat me
It was three a.m. My head was heavy and my eyes burned. I was exhausted... after all, you were born just thirteen hours earlier. But, despite four long days of labor, I couldn't sleep. In the details of that crinkled forehead, in the softness of those perfect lips, I saw the brilliance of God's creation. .......... … Continue reading My Greatest Adventure
Dear Postpartum Body, If there is anything (at this particular moment) I have a love/hate relationship with, it's you. I'm sorry. You don't deserve the bitterness, you don't deserve my resentment. You worked so hard in the last 10 months, and I should give you a break. But, I can't lie. I have to address … Continue reading #Mombod: A Letter to my Postpartum Body
I've always been an optimistic person. Put me in any situation and you'll find me, with determination, trying to identify the silver lining. I'm pretty sure this is a good quality. We need more hope in the world, right? After all, perspective is important. A belief in something is often the first step to its … Continue reading The Power of Just Being Okay