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The Innocence Inside a Box of Crayons
When I was younger I remember the excitement of opening a brand new box of crayons and pressing a freshly sharpened stick of pigmented wax to a piece of paper to create a masterpiece that was fitting to my imagination. I have watched that same anticipation in my daughter with a new box of crayons since I trusted her to color on paper and not the walls. And every year since being old enough to go to school, we go shopping for supplies and I watch her as she eagerly chooses a fresh box of crayons to bring to her new classroom. This year in particular she chose with greater intent because “Mama…
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To the Man Who Raised Me, I Give You My Blessing
My five year old memories are a little hazy, but I remember this to be the year of my life that you entered. The year of my life that life forever changed. You had no idea what you were getting into. But how could you as you had no children of your own. I was a confused little girl who had no idea how to be a daughter to a Father as mine had left me wondering, but you held on and attempted to show me. It’s no secret that we struggled in maintaining a relationship. I stretched your love thin and pushed you away. You pushed right back not knowing…
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We Can’t Do This Alone
A couple of weeks ago someone had asked me when I was going to post another ‘inspirational’ blog. I was flattered to say the least, but to be completely honest, I haven’t been feeling very ‘inspirational’ lately. I’ve got worries on my mind and in my heart that are beyond my control but I can’t seem to let them go. I’ve been wrestling with doubts and fighting off the demons of fear for so long that I’ve secluded myself from the world around me. The idea of sharing this with anyone is extremely daunting, so instead, I’ve been hiding behind the mask of perfection. We all do this in our…
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Discovering Purpose Behind Tragedy
My husband and I had the privilege of speaking on the parents panel at the Western New York Perinatal Bereavement Network’s Resolve Through Sharing Training on Friday to share our story of loss in front of doctors, nurses and other medical personnel. This was very near and dear to our heart’s not only because it aids in our grief journey, but also because it was important to us to share with doctors, nurses and other caregivers the importance of bereavement care through our own experiences. When I started sharing my experiences with loss I had no idea where it would lead. Of course, I knew I was taking a risk…
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To the Man I Have Loved For Five Years, Because I Don’t Tell You Enough
When we first got together my now husband and I would lay in bed for hours and talk about everything in life. So long that we would fall asleep just before he had to wake to leave for work. Back then titles were scary. We both had just left relationships behind and were taking a chance on something that we feared may not work. Five years later, though, I am still certain that our path’s were met by fate. I was and still am persistent and a controlling perfectionist. I walk into a room with a loud entrance and sometimes I am more stubborn than I like to admit. Somehow,…