When They Aren’t Babies Anymore

I said it. The thought that dances through my head and taunts me every day. In sheer frustration, I growled out the sentence: "things were so much easier when you were little". Instantly, I saw that my sensitive 9-year-old had drawn up his face and began silently sobbing. I crushed him with my words because...

Weary Mom

I am weary-weary. Frustrated that all motivation is gone. Grasping at the next steps, and how to look like I know what I'm doing for the sake of my kids - because I definitely don't.