Generally, on Thursdays, I do a check-in post to see what’s come up for you since the previous post. I’ve received some messages that have compelled me to share this with you instead. I’ll check in with you at the end to see what this week’s post on strength brought up for you.
I grew up amazed by how my mom was so incredible. She worked, took care of my brother and I, always had the house in order, made it look easy, and had such a good attitude about it. Between work and church, she was on the go all of the time. She was the bar by which I measured myself by. When I became a mom, I felt like a fish out of water. In the beginning, I was patient with myself because I was learning. Yet as time went on, I grew frustrated with myself and became overwhelmed. I really struggled to have it all together all of the time. Not the appearance of having it all together but actually having it all together. The only way I could do it was by sacrificing myself. Continue reading “An Open Letter to Strong Women”
I never thought I’d use my bathroom as a place of refuge but over the years that’s what it turned into. It started off as a place I’d go to hoping for a moment to myself to collect my thoughts. By a moment, I literally mean that, a moment! I thought I’d take a page from my husband’s book and shut myself in the bathroom to take a breather. Turns out, that trick doesn’t work for me as well as it works for him! While he can go in and close the door and sit nearly as long as he likes, I have little hands knocking at the door, little high-pitched calls for my name, and fingers reaching under the door within a minute. I’m starting to think maybe I should leave the door open and see what happens when the mystery is taken away… Continue reading “3 Reasons Overwhelmed Moms Cry in the Shower | Part I”
I’d like to think that those that know me well would say that I’m a strong individual. I’m independent, responsible and not overly emotional. They’d say that I’m caring but not mushy. Up until recently, the last statement would have been a compliment. I’ve spent so much of my life building this wall around me that telling me how high, impenetrable and what a protective structure it is would be one of the most flattering things I could hear.
Continue reading “Teachable Tuesday|Strength Isn’t Measured By Sensitivity”