Mondays Hurt

“You shouldn’t live your life for the weekends”, they say. But right now, I do. When I arrive at my office on Monday mornings, a giant void fills me and I’m already counting the hours to 4pm. It’s not because I hate my job. It’s not because my nights and weekends are filled with spontaneity…

The Hole in my Heart Where Home Used to Be

When home is one single place for that fundamental time of your life, the physical space becomes so much more than a dwelling. It takes on a life of its own—a permanent fixture that deeply roots itself in your soul, grabbing hold a little bit stronger with each passing day.

Tiny Human

I’ve called you this before, but you aren’t, really. Tiny, yes. Human, no. I mean, literally and scientifically you are, I suppose. But I’m not sure I’m ready to label you with all that accompanies that word, not just yet. There’s far too much baggage and negativity and responsibility attached to it. Humans possess many distinctively beautiful qualities, yes. But humans also sin. They lie and they hurt, ill-intentioned or not. They have insecurities. Faults. Scars. You have none of these.

What My Daughter Taught Me About Grace

It was a typical Thursday morning, but the gloomy clouds and drizzling rain poetically accompanied a nagging sadness that I tried to ignore as I went about my routine. My mom left early that morning after staying with us for a month-long visit. I missed her. But I didn’t expect to. The feeling of emptiness…

Quote Love: The Extraordinary in the Ordinary

As a new mom, this resonates with me strongly. I guess it’s only natural to want extraordinary things for your children. Just think about how early on this mentality starts—how we boast to friends and family and strangers about developmental victories. “Oh, she’s rolling over at 4.5 months already, she’s so strong!” Or, “he’s practically…

Mommy, Put Down Your Phone

What kind of message does it send to her if I’m switching my attention from her, to an inanimate object? Whatever the reason, she doesn’t know why I’m doing it, she just knows that whatever I’m doing is more important than her. Maybe this could be damaging in some way, or maybe she would grow up feeling like this is just normal behavior and would gladly accept it from me or anyone else she interacts with. Either way, I don’t like any of those eventualities.

Quote Love: Life is not a competition

Ugh. THIS ↑↑↑  Why do we do this to ourselves; compete and compare in every aspect? It is so unhealthy and unproductive. I stumbled upon this quote at the perfect time, because it was just as I was creating this blog and was already starting the self-defeating language. Asking myself why I’m bothering. Telling myself…