“I’ve listened as women explained to me how it should be while knowing it was never how it would be for me. I had to learn to give more of myself than I even knew how to give.”
- Love What Matters
- Children
- Postpartum
“I’ve listened as women explained to me how it should be while knowing it was never how it would be for me. I had to learn to give more of myself than I even knew how to give.”
“Every single child is different, every single way to parent is different. What worked for you will not work for everyone. What you were told to do at one time is probably not the way any longer.”
“‘Did anything work for you today..?’ Avoiding eye contact with the dressing room attendant, I hand over a large stack of garments and give a sheepish ‘not this time.’ I wonder if she notices this was my third trip to the fitting rooms. I wonder if she notices how long I was in there. I wonder if she heard me audibly laughing trying on some of the pieces.”
“We’re all thrown out into the open ocean of motherhood just trying to stay afloat and make our way back to shore alive…but no matter how big those waves are, the open ocean of motherhood is the most beautiful, humbling, and awe-inspiring creation there is.”
“The pandemic threw a whole new spin on things and the entire adoption process felt so volatile. The worry could have buried me, so I had to face it head-on. If God called me to it, He would get me through it.”
“This morning, I’m almost 9 years into this journey. I’m sitting in a chair in my living room drinking coffee, trying to find the right words, and I barely recognize the girl sitting in the green recliner.”
“The process of getting pregnant with someone else’s baby is equally terrifying and exhilarating.”
“I hit my breaking point when I found myself on the floor hyperventilating and crying. I just couldn’t take it anymore. I had no idea what to do with a newborn, even though I’d done it before.”
“I noticed voicemails on my home phone. Everyone had our cell numbers, so I couldn’t imagine who could have called our house and left not one, but three messages. Surprisingly, it was my doctor. ‘Something doesn’t look right.’ She wanted me to call her back, but didn’t say any more than that.”
“When I walked across the stage at 22, I was determined to lead by example. I wanted to show any young mother out there the choice is theirs to make. Only you can decide how your life will turn out.”