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Being a Mom (What it Means to Me)
Trying to put into words what being a mom is – to me. It’s hard. I can’t explain it. It’s like a combination of feelings, words, hope, happiness, sometimes sadness and/or grief, being scared or nervous, anticipation, wonderment and awe, as if every feeling I’ve ever experienced is multiplied times a thousand and it leaves me at a loss for words. It’s not simple … yet it is. When I look at my two kids I can instantly see them as if they were just placed into my arms. I can see them or imagine them when they’re graduating or getting married or having children of their own. It’s rewarding…
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Here’s To All The Sensitive Types
Fear itself made her daring. ~ Ovid As far back as I can remember I have not been a fan of large crowds. When I was younger I tended to have a few close friends and steered away from being in large group settings. But in high school, I went go outside my comfort zone and tried out for the cheerleading squad. But this was somehow different. I was in front of people that I didn’t really see. The crowds were just a blur while I was having fun with my friends being a goofy kid! Flash forward through the years and I am seeing a pattern of avoidance. Avoiding large group…
