nurturing her tangled hair, barefoot soul, and strong mind
Dear Daughter, You are the answerTo a prayerI never darewhisper out loud. You are the piece of my soulI never knew was missingBut recognizedthe moment I laid eyes on you You are the floating hopeI feared was drownedlong ago You are the reckoning forceFar stronger than any cageThey’ll try to place you in. You are… Continue reading You are the Answer
Dear Friends, As this holiday season picks up, I just wanted to send out a gentle reminder… It’s not about the baseboards.It’s not about whether they gleam or are covered in scuffs. It’s not about the outfits.Ripping off new tags or tattered hand-me-downs. It’s not about the table settings.Fine china or paper plates. It’s not… Continue reading Grateful…
“Can we read just one last book, Mom?” My girl looked up at me with a doe-eyed pleading that she knew I couldn’t refuse. I was exhausted. The day’s work wasn’t nearly done.There was laundry that needed to be turned over and dishes crusting away in the sink.Emails to be sent.Bills to be paid. I… Continue reading Do it as if it’s the last time…
She was supposed to be Cinderella. This little girl of mine. I’d dreamed of it since I knew I was having a daughter. Because Cinderella was my favorite. My favorite movie to watch. Favorite songs to sing. Favorite fairytale to read. I couldn’t wait to play dress-up with my own itty, bitty, Cinderelly. And when… Continue reading She Was Supposed to be Cinderella…
This kid right here… He thinks he knows better than me. I know… Typical teenage mentality. But the truth is, I’m starting to believe him. You see, I’m his mother. And mother knows best, right? Since he was born, I knew what best to feed him.How best to dress him.How best to teach him.How best… Continue reading He Thinks He Knows Better…
“My girl, the world is not ready for you…” I whispered over her with a frown tugging at the corner of my lips. I looked down at my baby girl as I cradled her in my arms for the first time. Her delicately curled fingers.Soft lips.Wisps of downy hair.Her chin tucked sweetly against my chest.… Continue reading The World Is Not Ready For You…
Sixteen is holding on. Sixteen is letting go. Holding on to the days you want to spend with me. Letting go when you’d rather be with your friends. Holding on for dear life with you behind the wheel. Letting go of control and trusting you’ve got this. Holding on to hope you’ll make good decisions.… Continue reading 16
My kitchen smells amazing. I’ve spent hours cooking our family-favorite chicken dinner. The potatoes are whipped to perfection. The gravy is thick and aromatic. The chicken has settled after coming out of the oven, and my knife glides through with ease as I slice it. The kids are at the table, mouths watering. Mine is… Continue reading To Love The Working Man
Here’s to the friends who sit beside us. The ones who come without needing an invitation. The ones who hear, “I’m fine,” and show up on our doorstep anyway. The ones who walk, unfazed, into our mess and plop themselves right smack down in the middle of it. The ones who don’t downplay our storms… Continue reading Here’s to the Friends
Listen close, dear daughter… You don’t have to play the part of the good girl.I know the weight that it carries.Trying to be ‘good.’Good is doing all the right things.Good is self-sacrifice.Good is what’s expected.Good is what’s praised. Except Good is subjective. What looks good for someCan feel terrible for others.What someone says feels good.May… Continue reading Let’s be Real