When I look back at old photos of myself, I sometimes feel a bit of regret.
As I place my hand on my now rounded belly or catch a glance of my now wider hips in the mirror, I want to tell that girl in the pictures to wake up.
To not take her body for granted. To appreciate herself as she is right then and there.
Then I stop and think that maybe I should be giving my current self the same advice.
Here is what I want to tell the girl in all of the pictures… Continue reading
If a mom has an amazing weekend but didn’t take any pictures, did it even happen?
Two days of swimming nonstop for hours on end.
Two days of spending time with friends I haven’t seen in so long.
Two days of watching my kids grow confidence and skill in the water.
Two days of putting on the dreaded swimsuit.
To the Mom Struggling to Hold her Sh*t Together,
I have something important to tell you, mama: I don’t see you.
Now, don’t stop reading just yet. Please hear me out. It’s true I don’t see you, but I know what you are going through.
This little girl amazes me.
At one time, not too many years ago, I didn’t know if she would ever walk.
When your child is nearing their third birthday and hasn’t yet taken their first steps, fears like this come to mind. This is a huge part of being a special needs parent, you know. The fears. The questions. The what-ifs. They are things my fellow special needs parents and I know all too well.
This right here is everything.
When my children think of me, I hope that they recall the places we go, the songs we sing, the books that we read.
I hope that they think of me as their homework helper, dinner cooker, and bath giver.
I hope that they know me as their safe space, their home base, their soft place to fall.