I am in love with WORDS. I always have been. Since the 2nd grade when I declared I was going to be an “arthur.” (author)
I love being a mother…and I don’t.
I love the sweetness moments, my children’s unfiltered comments, private talks, and the way it feels to hear, “I love you, Mom.”
I struggle with the high expectations I place on myself, and the constant inner voice telling me I have failed.
I love Kate’s soft snuggles, Ryan’s belly laughs, and Luke’s comedic timing, bringing lightness and joy to us all.
I struggle with the messy-ness of motherhood, and the maddening moments I want to pull my freaking hair out.
This has become apparent to me as I mother my son, Ryan, who was born with Prader-Willi syndrome, a rare genetic disorder.
I also love God, my husband, my three kids, my girlfriends, exercise, books, films, concerts, and now, blogs.
Sometimes just in that order, sometimes all out of order.
I live in Southern California, have been married to Chris for 23 years, and we still really like each other. A lot.
Before I had kids I said I would NEVER drive a mini-van. Or let my kids eat Taco Bell. OR watch much TV. Oh well, never say never. 😉
There are confetti times of joy with victories and milestones to celebrate. And then when I blow it for the 1079th time, its confession time.
May you be encouraged, validated, humored, and inspired as I embark on some pretty raw truth-telling.
I treasure women who are honest and transparent when it comes to their life stories.
This is mine.