For everyone grieving, everyone struggling, everyone surviving, there's usually one thing that's harder to do than anything else. One time of day where you can't help but cry. One day of year when getting out of bed just isn't an option. One memory that will always bring that tightness to your tummy, and slowly close … Continue reading The hardest thing
I've noticed this a lot lately, and maybe it's because I know now much more than I used to, that life is a constant battle, but we're often in situations that seem to conclude in winning or losing. I have a theory that one of the keys to a successful marriage is not 'keeping score.' … Continue reading Keeping score
I made someone cry today. I don't feel entirely responsible, and I don't have guilt about the situation, but I am feeling a little ashamed that words I spoke evoked such a negative reaction in another human. I've been thinking about it quite a bit since it occurred, replaying it in my mind, wondering if … Continue reading I caused tears
Last year on trick-or-treat, I conveniently worked late. I knew only seven months after losing my sweet boy that I wouldn't be ready for the toddlers in costume, the wagons of little ones with tired legs, the chatting with neighbors, the sympathy. This time last year I was still so heartbroken. I was missing him … Continue reading Planning for triggers
After eighteen months of tirelessly grieving, missing my baby, searching for answers and struggling to cope, one particular question has continued to plague me. A question that for most requires a yes or no answer. It's black and white. It's simple. It's not leading and it's usually asked in small talk conversations where new friends … Continue reading Answering the question
Hello, friends, It's been longer than normal between my posts. I have plenty of excuses but I'll use the best one I've got. Sometimes, being mother to a child in Heaven is a full time job. Yes, I also have a new full time job. And a marriage. And a house. And a dear family … Continue reading You can
Every day I have to force myself to do something, take action, be better. Every moment of being a grieving mother, living without her only baby, is a concerted effort. But I continually try. I make myself take another step, inhale another breath, sleep another night, and wake another day, because I know it is … Continue reading I made myself
The what you do doesn't matter. It's all about the how and the why you do it.
I was scrolling through posts on my LinkedIn profile this morning and there was a quote from Virgin founder Richard Branson. I have had several people mention a similar concept in the past couple weeks. They are struggling to find contentment in their jobs or work, and have mentioned that they spend so much time … Continue reading Greater purpose
Parenting Angels 