At first I was upset at her, but then I was upset at myself.
She assumed these things about my husband because I was silent.
No one sees. No one knows.
But I do.
So I’m saying it.
I stopped writing much about him because it felt unrelateable.
But if I don’t speak who will?
Today love is two pull-ups and two diapers at bedtime. Love is late nights and early mornings. Love is taking it one day at a time. Love is crying for no reason and being held. Love is holding hands in the dark without words, just thoughts.
Some days love is a romantic dinner. Love is a weekend...
It is so subtle, I hardly notice I’m being led to believe mothers are inadequate to make decisions for our children’s lives.
We are taught a doctor is the authority on our child’s health. A teacher is the authority on our child’s education. A pastor is the authority on our...
My word for this year, is “miss out.”
Not, “no.” Not, “say yes to the best.” Because I’ve done those things.
Every week I say no to opportunities, obligations, events, requests.
But it’s not enough.
The last three months I have been living my dream...