The first time you meet your child is one of the best moments in life. So new, so naive, vulnerable, and reliant on innate instincts of the human condition. You would think motherhood would come naturally. You would think breastfeeding and understanding your babies every little noise would be instinct. If you're a mother, you know... Continue Reading →
Three chickens and a farmer’s wife
You can frequently hear me refer to my children as chickens. Constantly running, jumping, and squawking, my boys are exploring the world with all five senses. My daughter just squeals with eyes wide open. My husband tends his home and office producing a crop of God fearing children and a wife in love with every... Continue Reading →
Locker 38
Therapy is the name of the game! And a little winter wear adventure.
Made for Another World
Have you ever stared at the mountains and wondered how they got there? Or watched the waves of the ocean crash on the sand as if they were speaking to you?
Which one is not like the others?
Weren't we all made a little different?
To: Friends and Family From: Mom of a Special Needs Child
Be patient, give grace, and know I am still here.
Providential Hands
Life can throw us curve balls. Just when you think everything will line up smoothly and all the ducks are in a row behind your marching orders, here comes life with a gust of wind to undue your hard work. Maybe, just maybe that gust of wind is a breath of fresh air. Jeremiah 29:11... Continue Reading →
A Hidden Gem
A love letter to my daughter
Life Lesson 1057…Self-Care
It's time to take a look at how you care for yourself as a mother.
Dark Rooms Part 2
Do you ever wake up suddenly by a noise and try to spring into action? It's dark, everything is a little blurring, and your body just works on auto-pilot. Sitting in the MRI room watching Elsa was a blurry dark mess of emotions. Yet in the mess there were sparks of light, sparks of hope.... Continue Reading →
Dark Rooms, Part 1
This post contains affiliated links. Memories exude a color in my mind. Darkness is the only way to describe a week I did not expect in our journey to a diagnosis with Elsa. I frequented our pediatrician weekly for weight checks. I pulled myself together for each visit and thoughtfully placed Elsa in her car... Continue Reading →