#momlife

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On an instagram post I admitted to fighting, denying, and judging the momlife movement. Not because I’m not a mom, but generally speaking it is used to “complain” about being a mom, or it’s the proverbial shoulder shrug of oh well, momlife. Don’t get me wrong I have and will continue to admit that momming is not for the faint of heart. Whether you choose it, want it, don’t want it, but find yourself parenting a little human, it’s not a stroll in the park. There are moments of peace wrapped up around moments of pure chaos. My motto is usually “embrace the chaos”. When I began accepting this momlife, I learned to be thankful for the little bundle of joys that know exactly how to push me to a limit I never knew I could stretch to. What they don’t realize is they are in the business of growing me, I am forever grateful. Continue reading “#momlife”

Liar, Liar Pants on Fire

The Russian novelist Fyodor Dostoevsky says this about lies, “A man who lies to himself, and believes his own lies, becomes unable to recognize truth, either in himself or in anyone else, and he ends up losing respect for himself and for others. When he has no respect for anyone, he can no longer love, and in him, he yields to his impulses, indulges in the lowest form of pleasure, and behaves in the end like an animal in satisfying his vices. And it all comes from lying–to others and to yourself.” Continue reading “Liar, Liar Pants on Fire”

Walking the Line

I have seen and experienced joy and I have experienced pain and brokenness. Something I am learning right now is how to respond to life. Life isn’t as glamorous as the movies portray. I had never faced real tragedy in my life. My parents were married. My mom beat cancer. She just turned 50 and fabulous. Then she called me to tell me she needed a second heart surgery.

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