My socks don’t match most of the time.
I wish my husband didn’t travel so much for work.
My 10 year old son will not say, “I love you,” but I know he does. Usually.
I have a difficult time being open with others about my life.
I know too many people impacted by some sort of addiction.
I feel worried I’m in denial of my own addiction, but I don’t know what it is.
I am the strong, reliable friend others lean on, but I’m not sure why.
Strangers and mere acquaintances share personal grievances with me frequently. Again, I’m not sure why.
I love my family and am terrified of something happening to them.
My socks don’t match most of the time.
What’s your truth?
This was my first Christmas with a recovering alcoholic family member- who I suspected was an alcoholic all along.
This was my first Christmas spent alongside a mother who loves her children but has lost all control of them. A mother who is desperate, lonely, and making so many
baffling wrong choices.
She’s not the recovering alcoholic who is in treatment. She’s struggling anyway.
I’m the supportive family member who everyone does think has it all together.
I do not.
Currently, I’m drinking a scotch while I write this from my phone. My family sleeps. I’m exhausted, but here I sit.
1reason2write. Flaws. Human nature. We are all a mess. All of us. Every single one of us.
Tonight I’m thankful for a new beginning.
Christmas is the story of a beautiful birth amidst the ugliness of the world- traveling to be counted in the census, donkey rides while pregnant, smelly mangers. It’s all so messy and difficult.
But the birth happens anyway.
The aftermath of Christmas is miraculous. It’s a new beginning.
having a glass of wine with my husband
while all my chickadees are in their nests
chaotic, rushed mornings with all my favorite littles around the breakfast table
our golden retriever
lapping up our crumbly mess,
too much laundry to do,
toys scattered everywhere,
the sounds of my children
laughing, running, jumping,
I wonder – has home changed as you’ve gotten older? What parts have remained the same? I wonder what my children would say home is? If you have children, what do you think they would say home is? I may just ask mine!
A big thank you to Never Trust a Jellyfish for this inspiration and 1reason2write!
I love writing again. I love meeting other writers, poets, readers, parents, runners, potential friends. They are all new inspirations for me to write about, with, and for.
I am nervous about exposing my truths because, I think , I do not really know what those truths are yet. That’s the joy and anticipation of writing. We discover and rediscover. I’m frighteningly looking forward to what you’ll bring.
Thank you for-
My blog is one week old today. I have many questions, but my question today is:
How do I give credit to or reference another blogger on one of my own posts?
I have a post I’d love to write, but I just won’t do it if I’m unable to give a shout out to the blogger who gave me “1reason2write.” 🙂
1. Get enough sleep. Napping is a good thing.
2. Eat when you’re hungry. Don’t when you’re not.
3. When you gotta go, you gotta go….
4. An upset tummy is nothing to be ashamed of.
5. Sometimes a burp feels really good.
6. Smile. It will make everyone around you happier.
7. Take time to observe the world. It’s an amazing place.
8. Feeling safe and cozy is important.
9. If you’re not getting enough attention and love, cry out for more.
10. The most important people in your life are your family. Love each other often.
My six month old is now five years old, but what she taught me then holds true today. So glad I stumbled upon this. I think now I’ll go nap…
Found this in my posts from my old blog. Some things never change:
“This momma runs. She runs her kids ragged when they deserve it. She runs out her husband’s patience at times. She runs her household, and she just runs. Period.
You know how you have those really good runs and those really bad runs and you rejoice in the good, learn from the bad, and keep on running? You know how your body can hurt and your mind can become exhausted? You know how when you run you can find clarity in places or times you never thought you’d find it? Well I do that all the time. All of it. Every. Single. Day.
Today I hit the wall on the run with my kids when they were all either arguing, rough-housing, “potty talking,” or being beyond silly. My body ached. My mind ached. My endurance wavered.
And then? Then I found clarity. I found clarity when we got to do Facetime with Daddy and the miles melted away. I found clarity when the kids and I pretended we were the Croops (go see that movie) and made a “sleep pile” and giggled and giggled. (Perhaps I’m the one who turned the sillies on too high). I found clarity when my four and half year old crawled in my lap to tell me about the book his teacher read to him today at preschool – where the turtle raced the hare home. “Guess who won, Mommy? The turtle wears his home! Get it?” I found clarity when I woke my 3 and half year old from her nap and she wanted to stay in her bed with me and “puddle for just a little bit.” I found clarity when I toe-tipped upstairs to read with and tuck in my nearly 9 year old – only to find him fast asleep with his lamp still glowing and A Wrinkle in Time strewn open across his chest.
I found clarity.
This momma runs. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”