My head felt like a boulder. So heavy I couldn’t lift it off my pillow. My brain was foggy and my eyes were puffy. But my alarm clock told me I had to get up anyway. I’d have to make do. Push through. I managed to peel my head up off the pillow, pushing back the covers, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and my feet hit the cold floor; reminding me of the cold ... Read More
On Family
Embracing Motherhood, Marriage, and Children.
What if being a mom is enough?
Writing and refreshment for my soul awaited me. A weekend getaway with me, myself and I. Dreamy, for any mom. Maybe the quiet was more than I’m used to but my thoughts kept drifting back to my husband and my kids. I missed them. {I KNOW, come on Kathleen…} Being a mom is all-in, all day, everyday, so it’s super healthy for us-moms to have time away. But it's a luxury we rarely get. Being ... Read More
Motherhood Made Me Real
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s something that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.” “Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit. “Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.” “Does it happen all at once, ... Read More
Enjoying the Game. Enjoying our Children.
All the family gathered around the flatscreen TV, each person claiming his or her spot on the sectional. The air felt thick, it was hard to take in a deep breath as the Bowl game began. The culmination of the season and a seat in the National Championship game were riding on the outcome. I needed a little more room to breathe, so I moved the love-seat behind the sectional and curled up in my ... Read More
Falling into New Rhythms
Hope is somehow folded into something new. Whether it’s a new calendar, a new outfit, a new house or a new school year - a bit of hope is built into newness. When August rolls around I’m usually ready for the school year to begin. I crave predictability, routines and schedules. But this year I admittedly wasn’t ready. Somehow July came and went in a blink of an eye, and I wanted just ... Read More
Mothering Matters
The room felt as though it was empty. The vacant corner bore no evidence of what had once stood there. No one would know what took place in that space. The bending, the rocking, the praying, the soothing, the tears, the countless sleepless nights; and the numerous loving looks exchanged that needed no words, because outstretched arms said it all. You are mine. I love ... Read More