One of the things I always wanted to do with my future kids, when I imagined them in my head before I was a mother, was bake goodies for holidays, special occasions, or just a rainy weekend indoors. I pictured us measuring our ingredients while reinforcing lessons about fractions and addition - so that some education was snuck into the fun like the secret ingredient in a family recipe. Well, that semi-quiet and calm day of baking with my boys may come when they're a bit older. For now, our everyday real life is loud, and rather messy. That's fine. I'm learning to love our beautiful mess.
Friday was an emotional roller coaster. Somehow, several big lessons were packed into one relatively short span of time (see also my motherhood-centered post about this past Friday HERE). I started the morning in the Montrose area. I grabbed breakfast and some coffee since I was out early and waiting for Creative Mornings Houston to [...]
Three year olds are unpredictable. To be fair, many three year olds struggle with the reality of beginning to be able to fully feel and identify emotions WITHOUT allowing those emotions to completely take over their entire bodies. To give context, my particular three year old child is a wonderfully intelligent and imaginative, very dramatic human not unlike his mother. ⬆️CLICK TITLE ABOVE TO READ MORE⬆️
I had an absolutely fun day hanging with a dear friend. We visited The Menil Collection, which was one of my frequent destinations when I lived in the Montrose area of Houston during my college years. We talked about being wives and moms, chasing dreams and living on purpose. The struggles of balancing it all, maintaining healthy relationships and continuing to grow as a person can be a lot. It was helpful for both of us to hear we are not alone in that struggle. That's why we could all stand a bit more fun!
My hunky husband took our boys to the park yesterday evening. He snapped some pics from their guy-time. They're gorgeous, my big man included (even though he's not pictured, obviously). Happy Liberian Independence Day to them! So glad that my mini-kings get to grow up connected to their Dad's West African roots. He lived there, in Liberia, as a kid and still has family there. I am so looking forward to teaching our sons about their heritage. In a way, I'm also a bit envious. I know it's horrible to be jealous of your kids, but hear me out. ⬆️CLICK PIC TO READ MORE⬆️
Everything about Infant Loss is tough. I know. I was there. Speaking up about this extremely difficult experience, thankfully, can help. I learned that the hard way. Here's what I mean. After I lost my first child, I lost myself a bit. My usually very vocal bright light dimmed to a dull, quiet, barely-glowing flicker. I did not really talk about it. I certainly did not deal with it. I tried to bury my pain under the busy-ness of my business. I masked my anger with silence, which eventually bled into other areas of my life. My voice was all but gone. I pushed people away and isolated myself. I stopped celebrating. I just stopped. My interactions with people were merely shallow, yet cordial, routine and programmed responses. On the outside I may have looked okay. I was anything but on the inside. Until one day when I'd finally had enough. ⬆️CLICK PIC TO READ MORE⬆️