Friday, June 5, 2015


"Let me not die while I am still alive." 

I read this Facebook post this week and cried. A beautiful piece on grief. Check it out if you haven't already.

First week without preschool and my head is already spinning. God bless preschool teachers everywhere who manage to captivate multiple little ones without losing their minds. I am working on patience, creativity, and endurance. Playing parking garage over and over again is not my idea of fun. My desire to be a "good" mother is so strong and so often I feel like I fall so short from my goal. At the end of the day I feel like I was too selfish, too mean, too absent. I want to be involved without being overbearing, kind without being too lenient, present but still maintain time for myself. Constantly trying to find balance, working out the kinks, and trying to remember to pray for His help. 

Small joys this week:

So many raspberries. 

Laundry means t-shirt attacks. Waiting to strike.


  1. I feel the exact same way. It's so hard to find balance. And God bless be preschool teachers, EVERYWHERE

  2. We live a parallel existence. Seriously. You write the things in my brain so often.

    1. Solidarity sister. Must be Anthony's doing somehow....