Giving up my body, my emotions, my memory, my “perfect days,” is hard. It hurts. It’s exhausting. And it’s the channel through which more blessing has entered my life than I could have thought possible. God has opened up more doors for me in motherhood than in the rest of my life. I didn’t know myself until I knew myself as a mother.
In the comments below, leave a tribute, story, note of gratitude to your mom (or someone who was a mother to you). Tell me a beautiful memory or what a difference she made in your life.
Take a minute to remind all us moms in the trenches that what we do makes a difference.
…it was the first time he’d really noticed that Mommy is different. I couldn’t help but wonder what other questions would come, and whether I’d be able to communicate answers that he could understand. Answers I don’t even understand.
Depression is not a physical disability, but it’s a disability all the same. It can affect a person’s ability to work, care for children, and even take care of herself.
I used to think I was teaching Ethan some pretty awesome things by my example. Unfortunately for my ego, I just started reading a great book entitled, “Mommy, Teach Me,” which has illuminated just how many things for which I am not setting a great example. In fact, I am not setting an example at […]
