The Loss of Innocence

I came across an old picture of my mom and her sisters holding hands when they were just little girls. The picture must have taken around 1959-ish. I love this picture for so many reasons. Today though, looking at it made me think about raising my own children.

These three sisters all went in different directions in life, but stayed connected in a powerful way. Sure, they have had their fair share of issues; a few giant monumental arguments, a lot of bickering, and loads of tears. Yet still there remains a clear sense of love between them all. They all went on to raise their own beautiful families and now have gorgeous grandbabies. They still talk to each other and share special moments; and although they might not get to hold each others innocent hands anymore, they continually give each other support in their own ways. The thing with families is as we grow older and we lose our innocence, it’s not always as easy to take each other’s hands.

I am sure my grandparents made mistakes raising these cute little girls, and I know my parents made a few raising my siblings and I, and (I hate to admit it) but I am positive my husband I will make mistakes raising our children. But as I looked at this picture this morning I didn’t see the mistakes but only saw unity and love.

I pray that my son will be blessed with future siblings, and that my children can have an even stronger bond than the girls in the picture. I pray that they will continue to hands through the ups and downs of life. I pray that their love outshines all else, and that they never stop loving each other.

Is Instagram real life?!?

Is Instagram real life?!?

I literally said this out loud today.

We live in this social media obsessed world and sometimes it makes me question what is #reallife?? I am trying to grow my social media presence because I want to share with other women my postpartum depression journey. I want to give a voice and spread awareness to moms everywhere.

However, I needed to remind myself today that I am surrounded daily by women who may need to hear my story, share their story, or just talk with someone with a listening ear. That new mom in the grocery store line, the grandma at the bank, a neighbor whose family is struggling. I need to remind myself that it does not matter what I write or post on this account if I am not paying attention to those individuals I see face to face. I believe in recent decades there has been a breakdown of community, of neighborhoods, and of families.

It is my challenge to you (and myself) to make time to talk in person to your neighbor across the street, the lady you see at the coffee shop every morning, the family that sits behind you every week at church. I challenge you to join your local moms groups, go to each other’s houses, have coffee with an old friend.

Would it be possible to start rebuilding our communities and our relationships off social media if we spent equal amounts of time conversing face to face as we do scrolling through our Instagram feeds? I am going to try it and I hope you do to!

Sunday Morning

Happy Sunday! It just snowed, the sun is shining, and everything is sparkling ❄🌞

The weather here yesterday was crazy- in the morning the sun was shining and it was gorgeous, then seemingly in the blink of an eye it got dark, damp, the sky opened up and it started snowing. The roads were slippery, cars were getting stuck, the inches were accumulating. Then early this morning the sun was so bright it woke me up as it streamed through the blinds in my bedroom. It was sparkly and beautiful again outside!

Being in a reflective Sunday morning mood, it got me thinking how life can be so much like yesterday’s weather. Life is so cyclical. Things are going great, then a cloud settles and you wonder if it will ever get better. But then one day just as quickly as it came, the cloud lifts and the sun shines brightly again.

Our God loves us so much that He never leaves our side during any phase of the cycle. He has so much in store for us. When I find myself in that dark cloud I need a reminder of this. I think a lot of us do. We need to trust in His promises. He makes all things beautiful in His perfect timing. (Ecclesiastes 3:11)

Thank you Jesus for loving us so much!

Welcome

I decided to start this website because adult-ing is really hard, and being ‘mom’ is even harder. I felt the need to create a space where we can all come together to share and relate to one another through the ups and downs, the joys and sorrows, the triumphs and the challenges.

I suffered through postpartum depression after the birth of my first son and I wish I had a place to go and know that I wasn’t alone. I discovered that as many as 1 in 7 moms (and that is just diagnosed cases) suffer a period of postpartum depression after childbirth. That’s a lot of moms! Knowing that we are not alone in our struggles is such a relief. I wanted to create a space where I could share my experiences with others, with the slight chance, that maybe I could help someone in the same situation. I am happy to say I am fully recovered and now I want to share my story with you. A story full of self discovery, spiritual awakening, and the greatest love I could ever imagine. I discovered the love a mother has for a child. And I discovered the love of the Father. The ultimate, unending, unconditional love of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, and His desire to always help us get up.

“For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord, plans to prosper, not to harm, to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11.

Here’s to our wonderful futures!

xoxo