“Do you enjoy being a mom?” The question came to me often in my first year of motherhood, and of course I said, “Yes! I love it!” But, to be honest, I didn’t really love it. At least I didn’t love what I was experiencing at the time. Motherhood to me felt like my life…
She has the perfect life. Your thoughts are often consumed with, “If only you could be just like her—then you would love your life as a mom”. You know who I’m talking about. That mom that seems to have her life all together. She’s caring, kind, and always patient—not to mention stunningly beautiful. Her kids…
“She’s just become one of those people who thinks the answer to living healthy is taking those pills.” The words stung when I heard them for the first time. She was talking about me. It had come out of the mouth of someone—who was a good friend. She had known me for years. I was…
In my first year of motherhood, I felt like my life was a replay of the movie Groundhog Day. I started my day by waking up two to three times in the night, nursing my son, sleeping a little, eating a little, doing the laundry, washing the dishes, making dinner—then doing it all-over-again. Some days…
My husband has a sweet tooth and a great love for food. I’d have moments where I’d feel like he was making progress overcoming sugar, only to find a package of Twizzlers stashed away in the console of his truck. Upon discovering it, I’d simply look at him with, a look of, why? He would…