Little Brother N lay in my arms screaming at me to feed him; desperately pleading with me to give him what he wanted. I tried to remain calm and rely on the different ideas and tools I had read about or learned while nursing our older son for more than 14 months. I used a soothing voice and tried to coax him to me. When I switched sides, he still wasn’t interested. When I moved positions, he looked at me like I was the worst mom in the world. After what felt like hours but was likely a handful of minutes, I gave in and offered him a bottle. He settled in and smiled at me with his eyes. Continue reading
Dear Kiddo A and Toddler B,
I want you to know…
I will always love you. Even on days when I’m frustrated or you don’t like me very much, my heart still swells with overwhelming adoration for you. This love is unconditional and will never change, even if I don’t agree with every choice you each make. My heart is permanently yours.
I will always fight for you. There are no two people more precious on this earth to me than you. Even if the cost is great, I will do everything in my power to make sure your situation is fair, healthy, and right. When it is time for you to make your own choices I will still stand in your corner, firm in my protective conviction. I believe you are worthy and capable of handling anything. I will be there to remind you to persevere when times get tough and I won’t be silenced or stopped. Continue reading
Bills, bills, go away! Don’t come back on any day!
So, Kerstin has told me a number of times that I need to blog about the topic of Continue reading
It’s official. I’m that mom…the helicopter mom. I just spent the holiday season hovering over my 4-year-old hounding him about Continue reading
All the Single Working Mommies:
I see you and I couldn’t possibly pretend to fully understand your reality. I will tell you that when my husband is away at a work conference, I can barely hack it. From the moment he leaves I start a mental countdown to the time when my support will return. Continue reading
Ian was 18 when he died by suicide. Cheeky C is one of my closest friends and Ian’s mom. I remember receiving her call four years ago that he was gone; and I’ve not witnessed a girlfriend survive a more devastating loss. I have come to notice that the winter holidays seem to be the worst for Cheeky C. Although she is a warrior and a survivor, this season hits her hard. My spunky, outspoken, and cheeky pal becomes withdrawn and more downcast. The truth is, I will never have my original Cheeky C back. Losing her son was a traumatic turning point and I know she is changed forever, but this time of year seems to be especially heart-rending.
I hit a big birthday over the weekend, friends. That celebration and some priceless time with a college bestie have zapped me back through the roller coaster of my early twenties. If I could score a DeLorean, I would place the following note in the mailbox of my college apartment…
Dear 20 Something Self,
We are so excited to share that Jelly Bean Journals, Prairie Wife in Heels, and The Tall Mom are teaming up to bring you some special September posts on our blogs. We will all be writing for each other, as well as ourselves, on a topic relevant to our regular content. Here’s what you can find during the month of September:
- Jelly Bean Journals – What Does Being A Mom Mean To You?
- Prairie Wife in Heels – When Did You Feel Strong As A Woman?
- The Tall Mom – What Makes A Woman Be(You)tiful?
We hope you are ready for another powerful perspective on what being a mom means, because The Tall Mom has shared her sentiments and she will leave you in a swirl of emotions…
So, we had a pretty epic snowstorm here in Wyoming about 4 months ago. (I know, I know, you’re shocked! *Insert sarcasm here.) Even with a lifetime of snow driving experience, I still managed to back into the mailbox of Continue reading