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The Magic
This poem of sorts is a remark on postpartum feelings and how mothers can feel forgotten once the baby is out. These tiny creatures truly are magic, bringing light and love to our lives. Why does society seem to encourage the dismissal of the immense strength it takes to create magic? I give every ounce…
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You’ll Never Be
You’ll never be so tired. So thirsty.So hungry.So depleted.So broken.So anxious.So worried.So needed. You’ll never be alone again. You’ll never be given enough time. Yes, you’ll never be so maxed out that you feel like taking one more step is a complete and utter impossibility. But, the reward,Oh, the sweet reward is, You’ll never be so in love.…
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A Week in December
To be sung in the tune of 12 days of Christmas: On the 7th of December my oldest gave to us,A wicked stomach virus. On the 8th of December my sons vomited too,Also my husband and then my infant,And my oldest daughter was in recovery. On the 9th of December, everyone was home.Kids were recovering.Husband…
I Need a Minute
Welcome to my blog! Join me as I take a minute away from my family to reflect on anything and everything in my life.
I Need a Minute 