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Who am I kidding, anyway? I'm just an ordinary mom with a stupid little blog. And Philip Seymour Hoffman was just an actor. * * * There are voices in our heads—more so in the artistic types, perhaps—that constantly try to define who we are by comparing us to what we are not. We look for love and seek affirmation constantly; we overeat, get … [Read more...]
Of all the link-ups that are online these days—and goodness knows, there are a lot of them—I've decided to try my hand at Sarah's “Most” Posts. One, I love Sarah. She does great good on the internet! Two, and this is important for a sidetracked mom like me, I felt that I needed to spend some time being grateful for the past year. It's why I keep … [Read more...]
Last night, 4-year-old George was waiting on Mom for a “tuddle.” “What’s wrong with Daddy?” my husband asked. “Why can’t you cuddle with me instead?” “Well,” George told him matter-of-factly, “You’re not a girl and you’re not a mom.” * * * Therein lies the problem lately. It’s hard enough being a hormonal girl, but this business of being a … [Read more...]
The post below, just so you know, was brought on by a horrible fit of depression. It rolled over me like a tsunami on Thursday night and carried me straight out the door to my hometown. I stopped only to pack a bag and grab the baby. I left a note for the family and was gone. The wide open skies were like a balm for my soul. Sitting at the … [Read more...]
Or: That Which didn’t Kill Me Made Me Stronger On Getting Through Three Weeks of Postpartum Depression My baby was only four days old when I knew that I was getting depressed. How did I know? Basically I was crying ALL the time. The tears started on Christmas Eve (I was very disappointed in how the gift-giving played out) and didn’t stop, … [Read more...]
So. Given the tremendous angst I felt after acknowledging my depression last Friday, I’ve discerned that it is God’s will for me to talk about this. Why? Because I’ve since gotten some emails affirming the need for this discussion, and I think all that doubt was a spiritual attack. It’s much easier, you know, to not talk about … [Read more...]
[One Day Out] So yesterday was the feast of Our Lady of Sorrows and we didn’t do a whole lot, unfortunately, other than go to Mass in the morning (me) and talk about how Mary really “gets” our suffering. (Me again, while the rest of the family listened dutifully). “She had seven great sorrows,” I said, waving my prayer book. “Does anyone … [Read more...]
So I felt a little guilty about my post yesterday. It did, after all, have a fair share of grit, and is it good to be gritty on Gaudete Sunday?I didn’t know.I closed the comments on the post, as is my way (usually) when what I write is rather sad and pathetic. I didn’t want to seem all fishing-for-comments-y, nor did I want to spend my Sunday … [Read more...]
“But when your days are happy PINK, it’s great to jump and just not think.”--from My Many Colored Days by Dr. SeussYou may not be feeling the joy, I know.Your day may be dark and your heart, heavy. Your mind might be cluttered by a thousand obligations; your perspective skewed; your home, a mess.Look for the pink.Look for the pink wherever you … [Read more...]
I have been a very unpredictable blogger lately—posting, pulling, posting, pulling. Okay, so, those of you that know me will say, this isn’t all that unpredictable! I’ve always been flighty and full of self-doubt…and yet, despite the insecurities, have tried to keep things “real” on this blog. You have told me that you appreciate this—my keeping … [Read more...]
