Today we are sharing the last post that will appear on Jelly Bean Journals. While it is challenging to say goodbye to this beloved community, the blog has served it’s purpose and we are moving on to our next chapters. We have loved sharing our parenting stories, wins, struggles and experiences just as much as we have loved hearing yours. You have brought us so much joy, laughter, peace, and comfort. We only hope we have offered a small piece of the same to you. Thank you to our family, friends, readers, partners, and guest bloggers, for coming on this journey with us. We will forever be grateful for your support, encouragement, and friendship. We take you with us, and you will always be in our hearts. Here are some words from each of us: Continue reading
Since losing my dad a decade ago, my mom has been rolling solo. Watching my mom lose her very best friend was almost worse than holding my dad’s hand for the last time. Part of me wanted her to find another companion. She certainly never planned to say goodbye to such a young husband and as each year rolled by without him, she was reminded of the plans they made but would never enjoy together. I watched this wear her down. She started to believe she would live the entire second half of her life alone. My fun loving and vivacious mother was turning Continue reading
Get ready to hear some hilarious mom truth in this not-so-expert review of a Yes to Tomatoes Face Mask. Epic failure using beauty products is just part of the mommy game for me! I also know about one of life’s best kept beauty secrets – laughing at myself!
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,