Riches: The Present

It’s been a while since I’ve written. It’s been a while since I have looked life in the face and considered where to begin when it comes to sharing with you all. Being a writer is weird at times. There is never a moment when I’m not considering my written word. Compelled. Convicted. Humbled. IfContinue reading “Riches: The Present”

Enough & More Than

I read an article the other day that served the purpose of reminding moms that they are enough. That it’s okay, being overwhelmed is okay, and that perfection doesn’t exist here in this motherhood situation. But I’m gonna call it. I’m gonna get wordy and passionate, and I hope you don’t mind. Motherhood is hard. AcknowledgingContinue reading “Enough & More Than”

4 Tips: Thriving with Three Boys

I grew up wishing I had sisters. I wanted built-in best friends, but I was instead left with two older brothers. They picked on me growing up, I screamed a lot, we fought. But I love them dearly, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything.  So becoming a mom of three boys should be easierContinue reading “4 Tips: Thriving with Three Boys”

Twenty-five and Burned

Purpose doesn’t go to work; it goes to love.  I turn 25 this year. Still young, only halfway through my twenties. Somehow I’ve managed to jam a whole lot of life in a few short years, making my twenties feel incredibly longer than they have been. It leaves me feeling burned out. Doubtful. Questioning. Exhausted.Continue reading “Twenty-five and Burned”

The Dreamer in Me vs. Motherhood

But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has? After Finn was born, I felt deflated (literally and figuratively). It has been mostly a blur since he arrived, leaving me a little bit heartbroken every time I have to swap out bigger clothes for him. Not toContinue reading “The Dreamer in Me vs. Motherhood”

The Postpartum Funk

It’s been a long four months. It’s hard to explain to someone who doesn’t have any kids, sometimes even harder to explain to those who are years outside of first having kids. I got in a funk this time after having a baby. I’ve had three babies, three totally different experiences in parenthood. For someContinue reading “The Postpartum Funk”

“I Can Do Hard Things”

The other night we ventured to an ice cream stand with the boys. I had a rough day, being assaulted left and right by doubt and quiet whispers of inadequacy as I tried to take care of my kids. They’re the worst days, are they not? Nothing went terribly wrong, and I wasn’t hoarse fromContinue reading ““I Can Do Hard Things””