I recently got back from my very first beach vacation as a mom … without the help of my parents. That’s right. No grandparents to foot the bill, hold the baby or enthusiastically respond to those constant “play with me!” demands from the toddler.
Honestly, I was nervous. It’s almost like the day you realize no one else is going to take the initiative to schedule your dentist appointments anymore.
It’s…up…to…me now?
I thought about all my parents have handled over the years when it came to our beach trips. I thought about all they packed. All they carried back and forth from beach to condo. I thought about the cleverly packed cooler and the perfectly stocked beach bags. My anxiety was...
Confession: It's summertime during a worldwide pandemic and I had no idea what to write for this blog post. It has been eating away at me this entire week. I cannot tell you how many times I stared at my blank screen, cursor judgmentally blinking away at me.
"You've got nothing interesting to say, Heather. You go to work, wait tables, change diapers, keep up with your weekly chore chart, school's out and the kids go from video games to trampoline, to asking what's for dinner, to eating anything but ground beef (it's expensive right now!) for dinner, then it's off to bed at 9 pm, where maybe they'll go to sleep without asking for water, maybe you'll take a...
Being a dance mom is not for the faint-hearted. It becomes something that will take over your life before you even realize it has happened. Growing up as a dancer myself I understood what it took to be a dance mom; but to the women that have come into this world blindly, I commend you for your bravery and hope you decide to stay with us.
What it takes:
- 15+ hours a week of dance practice
- $ thousands of dollars in costumes, competition & choreography fee's
- Travel across state lines
- Tears (SO MANY TEARS.. happy and sad tears)
- Literal PAIN (from muscle cramps and bruises to just plain exhaustion)
- Sacrifice (Time, money, missing moments with friends and family)
SO WHY?... why...
Mommies, mothers, we feel all of the feelings. All of them.
We literally feel our children’s bodies move inside of us and hear their heartbeats (thanks to the modern age) before we ever get to meet them.They hear ours, they beat together.
This is not to knock fathers or deem them unimportant, my sons will be amazing fathers one day - but we mothers, though, we sacrifice for our little beings before we’ve met them ... no rules to follow ... before we know if they’ll even look anything like us.
Sometimes, we love them before they’re a thought, when they're only just a dream. That's a powerful love.
This is not to say that those mothers who choose to be mothers...
What do you do when a person you love refuses to take their prescribed medication for their own mental health? What do you do when they exclaim that they like themselves better without the medicine to help balance things out? What do you do to make them understand that the unmedicated version is sharp and hurtful and constantly on edge? How do you get them to understand that self medicating with handfuls of other vitamins is no different than taking a prescribed medication how it should be taken? What do you do when every possible path leads to an inevitable train wreck causing irreparable damage? What words can make them understand? What actions can help them see what you...
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