I used to think that my children’s behavior were a direct reflection in how well I was doing as a parent. This became very evident to me when my younger boys were very little and I would take them on outings. Our outings mostly consisted of frequent trips to target, Chickfila, or the park. I… Continue reading What is a "Good Mom" Anyways?
I wrote this last spring when I was in a really hard place. If you find yourself in a similar place I hope it encourages you. You are not alone. Everyone struggles. It’s okay to not be okay. I was reminded of this at a counseling appointment last week. It has stuck with me and… Continue reading Allow Yourself to Feel
My hands are clammy. My heart is racing. I want to take “flight” in this moment. I don’t like this feeling. My anger lingering; my joy dissipating. His too. We’ve been here before. This tug of war. This battle. He’s got one end of the rope. I’ve got the other. Control and Fear at war… Continue reading Tug of War
Another day, another appointment. This is the reality for children in Foster Care. Whether it’s a child’s first day in foster care in a new placement or his or her’s 586th day in care- the appointments are a part of the process. Guardian at Litem appointment. Therapy. Doctor’s Appointment. Children’s Family Team Meeting. Home visits.… Continue reading Foster Care: The Reality of Appointments for Children
When it comes to being a mom you have probably heard this quote, “The days are long but the years are short.” To be honest, I have rolled my eyes at this quote more times than I’d like to admit. On those sleeves rolled up, yesterday’s hair, and haven’t brushed my teeth yet mom kind… Continue reading Leaning In When Our Kids are Letting Go
I am a recovering perfectionist. I like order. I like things to be clean, organized, and put in their place. I sleep better at night when my surroundings are clutter-free. The same goes for my heart. I like order in my thought life and in my relationships. I prefer when life is going smoothly. Most… Continue reading I Kicked Perfection to the Curb
There I was. Standing at the kitchen sink scrubbing dishes and transferring them to the dishwasher. I was stewing. I was frustrated. I was letting my son’s actions affect me. It was overwhelming me and I could feel anger creeping up my back. I could feel it beginning to affect my attitude from that moment… Continue reading My Kids Don’t Understand Yet