The amount of women that can relate to my my miscarriage story is astounding. “I’ve been there”, they would say. Or “I know exactly how you feel.” I guess I shouldn’t be surprised – 1 in 4 women will experience a miscarriage in their life time – but it’s not a topic that is vastly spoken about.
As a mother, I’ve found that you fall into one of two camps: You LOVE back to school season, or you HATE back to school season. I have my feet planted firmly in the latter group. Many moms will tell you that your feelings on school will shift as your children grow older. The stomach-sinking feeling of sending your kid off to kindergarten supposedly turns to feelings of freedom and joy as they move up in grade levels. I’ll believe it when I see it.
I typically try to steer clear of political conversation whenever possible. I have family members on both sides of the party lines. I tend to find myself living somewhere in the middle. But I cannot and will not allow myself to remain silent on the hatred that is plaguing our once-great nation. It’s not news by now that our country is in a state of chaos.
Summer vacation is in full swing around here, and although Mother Nature has been a bit too generous with the rain, we’ve all adjusted well to less routine, more Rose’ and getting through our aggressive “Summer wish list.” Our kids are much more independent than in years past and in an effort to not overschedule them, they have been given the gift of a bit more freedom to pick and choose their activities (and when they would like to complete their daily chores.)
This post originally appeared on kinandkindling.com
I read these words one afternoon from The Magic of Motherhood, a beautiful book that I truly believe all mothers should read at least once. I was sitting around a campfire, Luke working his way through a crossword puzzle next to me, both kids napping peacefully in their camper bunks. As soon as I finished the chapter, I bookmarked it immediately – knowing these paragraphs were some that I would want to revisit.