This is one of my favorite pieces of wisdom because I’ve found it to be so true in my own life. Any problem I've stuffed down, pushed aside, or ignored, only came back stronger until I dealt with it.
The "escalating whispers" in my life have come in many forms over the years, but one I continued to ignore most was the call of vulnerability — to allow the world to see me as I was, the real me, flaws & all. I spent most of my life having only surface-level friendships but very few close friends...and never really a best friend because the criteria for being someone’s BEST friend is intimacy.
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I love the age my son is at right now. Just going on 4, his world has been all about Legos, dinosaurs, and Lightning McQueen for the longest time. But lately, something has changed.
Lately he’s become much more curious about everything and that’s been prompting some interesting questions.
Like BIG questions...seemingly out of nowhere.
Which is great, if you're prepared for them. Leave it to a 3 year-old to go from talking about his favorite flavor lollipop to asking how humans are created.
This is what went down on our drive home from school last week.
This is such an unreal post to write. I still can't wrap my head around how it's possible to be told you have a perfectly healthy baby at 13 weeks, who showed no signs of issues on the genetic screening test and was moving around like crazy in front of us on the ultrasound screen, to being told your baby has no heartbeat at the 17 week visit. There's nothing that prepares you for the grief of being blindsided by that. All I could do was writhe on the table screaming out in shock, disbelief, and pain as I watched a second doctor look at me with sympathy in her eyes and shake her head "no", confirming my nightmare was real. I wanted to crawl out of my skin, run out the room, catch my breath again, take the last five minutes of my life back. As I sit here five days later I've accepted he's gone, but I'm nowhere near a place where I can understand why. And I realize that day may never come.
So one of two things is happening: either I'm going crazy, or I just need to accept the fact that I have a love/hate relationship with my life at the moment. As a wife, mom of a toddler, and middle school teacher it's entirely possible that I have indeed gone crazy--yet, none of these roles are ones I want to give up, at least not in this moment on a peaceful Saturday morning when I'm writing, sipping coffee, and listening to...silence. Ask me again this afternoon, say around 5:00.
I'm Krissy & I'm so thankful you're here. Teacher-Mom life is rewarding but it's tough--we need fuel (& each other) to keep going. I hope this is a place you can go that feels like caffeine for the soul--uplifting & highly addictive ;) Check out the categories below and, if you like what you read, subscribe to make sure you always have good Sunday morning reading to go with your coffee :)