I was 10 years old. My parents were divorced, and I spent every other weekend at my Father’s house. Money was always tight, so he had a roommate to help him cover the mortgage payments. My sister and I spent the summers there swimming in the pool, playing with the neighborhood kids, and riding our bikes.
Read MoreI stared down at the picture and a wave of shame washed over me. How pathetic.
I had been scrolling through the camera roll on my iphone, looking at old photos of the girls when they were babies. Ya know, that thing where you can’t wait until it’s their bedtime, but then you miss them so you look at pictures of them on your phone? It was that. But as I innocently scrolled through my photos, I saw another old photo.
Read MoreFor as long as I could remember, time had always felt so scarce to me. Like I would never have enough time to do and accomplish all that I wanted to do and accomplish. Especially in this beautiful but exhausting season of mothering my small children. The constant wiping of butts and faces and cleaning messes and someone always needing something. Time felt like a luxury I simply could not afford, and so I had to borrow and steal it again and again.
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Last Sunday was my first Mother’s Day. It was a very special day, and I felt so loved. I spent the whole day with my two babes, which is always my favorite! My husband got me some beautiful flowers and took me out to lunch, and his gift to me was a new desk & craft space (which I’ve really been wanting)!
I so love being a mama. It is such a blessing and a privilege and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. I love my sweet girl and I thank God for her everyday. I hope all of you mother’s out there had a great Mother’s Day as well!
