As we walk through life today, let's remember that most people are making it through the best they can. Give a little grace and a little bigger smile, and move about your day.
It's Not All About You
My Joy Compounds When I Clean My House
I like picking up the mess in my house because it reminds me of the LIFE in my house. A military house can get so quiet, we learn to appreciate the noise when they're around. There have been plenty of times when my house was lonely. Add in the fact that I almost didn't live to see this life I'm living, and the position of gratitude goes without saying. So now that I get to live my life with a spunky, sometimes-spastic toddler, a nervous-Nelly pup, and a big kid trapped inside a man's body, why would I complain? Why would I wish away this stage just to hit the next? Doesn't it all go fast enough?
Dear Other Mom: It's Not You, It's Me
I’m sorry. That’s the unfiltered and unchecked version of my initial response. What I meant to say was this: It’s not you, it’s me. It’s not you. It’s ME.
Learning to walk is a bloody affair
There are so many things I said before I had my daughter that were absolutely ridiculous, in my Motherhood Hindsight glasses.
For example ... "I really don't want to baby-proof my house. I'll just teach her what to do and what not to do." Are you laughing at me? I'm laughing at me.