I have resurfaced! I have scribbled a thousand different ways to start this post. Mostly because I felt like I needed to take a deep dive into why I have been absent for so very long. There are handwritten pages that take that plunge- but mostly it comes to one thing- I had no idea … Continue reading I didn’t disappear!
Hostile
I question most of my decisions. As an adult. A woman. A mother. It can sometimes be a little impossible to live in my brain. I have these traits that appear opposing on the surface- complete insecurity in my choices and a prickly defensiveness. The reason I say that they only appear conflicting is because … Continue reading Hostile
Super Hero
My son had his first moment of sheer terror last week. He departed the bathroom to see a fly in the hallway. A fly he thought had been banished from the safe enclosure of our home. A fly I thought had been dealt with. To say that the scream that exited my son was jarring, … Continue reading Super Hero
Pre Mother’s Day musings
Moose and I were blessed last week. My parents whisked us away to Orlando for a week away from reality. A week of giggles, snuggles, and adventures. I am a very blessed woman. I am not sure that I say that enough here. Quite frankly, this platform has morphed into a place where I can … Continue reading Pre Mother’s Day musings
Excitement as a parent is a new animal
My baby turned three nearly two weeks ago. My baby is no longer a baby. Hell, my baby is no longer a toddler. When he snoozes on my shoulder in the early hours of the morning, his little body doesn't fit comfortably on my shoulder. Instead, his head nestles into the curve of my neck, … Continue reading Excitement as a parent is a new animal
Brave?
How often do I start these things with some version of- I had something else planned entirely to post. Maybe you should all just be programmed to assume that upon most posts. This week is no different. I have three drafts I could post. Three completed drafts. Yet, my brain pulls me into a different … Continue reading Brave?
Shifting outlook
Perspective is fickle. Maybe that isn't entirely fair. Perhaps a more accurate description would be that perspective is fluid. It can morph and change quickly. Or never at all. Just now, the shift nearly gave me whiplash. This morning I was putting on the remainder of my makeup (a rarity these days) while Moose whined … Continue reading Shifting outlook
