Joy. The cutest little word is often the hardest to find.
Guilt creeps into my mind almost every day. Sometimes it’s sudden and prevalent; sometimes it’s subtle and unnoticeable. Nonetheless, it’s there, daily—hovering over my mind, and momentarily crumbling my role as wife, mother, and caretaker into pieces.
Have we bought into the notion that we are responsible for everyone around us being happy or not happy?
How do you find balance between being mama and self?
Giving myself a chance to breathe each day allows me to grasp the precious moments of my life.
I love being in your room with the house so quiet that the only noise I could hear is the humming of the heating system and your motor-like breathing.
Instead of my occupation of primary caretaker, I am hoping to become the primary breadwinner.
Once I shared my dream with those I loved most, a funny thing happened; I started taking steps to make my dream become a reality.
By Joelle Wisler. I make a promise to myself to be right here with my daughter.
By Kelly Hirt. We could encourage each other to admit to a bit of slacking instead of holding ourselves, and others, to unreasonably high expectations.