Words on Grief: Words I've read that have reached my soul. Words I've written, sharing my heart. Words I've repeated, as a sort of mantra for strength during the healing. Words I've shared in hopes that others in the trench of grief may be reminded that they are not alone. Follow more of my journey over at @littlemissmomma on Insta[...]
Mary Susan McConnell is a gem of a human and has given me the great honor of being a guest on her podcast for a second time. In The Mama Bear Podcast, Mary Susan has created a platform for parents of kiddos with special needs and super powers to share their experience and their unique voice in a safe space--the purpose: reminding ea[...]
Parenting, for Ben and me, has been experienced in phases—peaks and valleys... I look back on this photo of the boys and me, taken several years ago, and I’m reminded of the deep deep trench we were in at this time. You wouldn’t know that from looking at this photo. Pictures capture a moment in someone’s life, often con[...]
*Names have been changed to honor privacy. Miss B: You realize that he is an amazing kid, right? Me: Aww, thank you so much! I ruffle Sawyer’s sweaty hair and smile back at his preschool teacher. The same preschool teacher who wrapped her arms around me three years earlier when I was trapped in the defeated and[...]
The Kissing Hand. By Audrey Penn. Have you read it? It’s a sweet story about a mommy and boy raccoon getting ready for the first day of school. The mommy gives the child a tender kiss in the middle of his hand and reminds him that any time he feels sad at school, he need only open up his kissing hand and his mommy’s love will p[...]
This is Jenna and me giving Liz a big ol smoocher at our very first NSync concert in high school (I'm pretty sure we were 16 here--just babies). We thought we had it all figured out back then. I remember laughing til my stomach hurt, singing every word to every song, having googly eyes for Justin (back when his hair was super curly),[...]
It was a Tuesday morning. I was 7 months pregnant with Sawyer and having trouble getting comfortable sitting on the playroom mat of Wesley’s OT room. I watched as Wes bravely dove into the ball pit to retrieve the rings his therapist had hidden. When he crawled through the tunnel with only minor hesitation, I was reminded o[...]
