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Sometimes All I Have Left Is Dry Shampoo & Cereal
It’s Tuesday morning and already it feels like there’s been more days in the week than are actually planned on the calendar. The alarm strikes at 5 and I hit snooze 3 times before forcing my eyes open. I lay in bed for a minute contemplating trading in my work out for a few more minutes of sleep, but then I look over at my son snoozing sideways next to me, and that was all the incentive needed to drag myself out of bed because he would be full force once his eyes open. I need time to myself; without my 3-year-old crawling all over me and making demands before…
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The Truth About the Birds and the Bees
When I look at her, I still see so much innocence in her 10 year old eyes. I see her playing with toys and coloring pictures and snuggling her stuffed animals to fall asleep at night. I see a young girl who loves to play in the backyard and still leaves the dinner table with pizza sauce in the corner crevices of her mouth. I see a little girl who still reaches for my hand – only once in awhile – but always wants to cuddle with me at night. What I don’t see is a girl who is ready to know what we know. I don’t see someone who…
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When Grief Shows Up At the Beach
My husband is a quiet, humble man; never quick to share what’s on his mind. It’s an eminence of his character that I fell in love with, but it also a trait that leaves me feeling isolated at times. So, when we were laying in the sand underneath the hot Florida sun while on vacation two weeks ago, I was caught off guard when he announced that he wished his sons were here with us. I laid there for a second trying to process those words. I didn’t have time to though because he quickly added to his declaration telling me that as he watched the dads playing catch with…
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When What You Have Is Finally Enough
This bedroom has served many purposes in its short time of housing us. It was Addison’s bedroom when we first moved in, the walls once covered in tall flower decals much suited for a 3-year-old. When I finally became pregnant with Brody 3 years later, my husband and I decided to move Addie into the playroom where she’d have access to the attic that would eventually become her playroom. My husband worked hard on making Addie’s new room fit our then 6 year old’s standards. The closet he built her was one that we envied, and he painted her room the perfect teal blue to match all her room décor…
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Why I Chose My Daughter Over My Career
I left my job almost two months ago now and there are still moments that I can’t believe I am in this place. I feel like I have lost part of my identity. In many ways, my career defined me and so much of what I believe in. I worked my butt off in college, earning a 3.8 GPA and a bachelors degree while working two jobs and then worked my way up the ladder to my last position. I guess you could say that I have always been career driven, although fresh out of high school I didn’t really have my priorities straight as a new college student leading…