A little over a year ago I became a mama. It’s hard to believe I now have a one year old. It’s even harder to believe this is the last day of my maternity leave. This past week I’ve been trying to ease the transition by cooking up a storm, cleaning everything in my path and enough shopping you’d think I was preparing for an apocalypse. All while trying my best to soak these last days up, just the two of us time ticking away slowly. Read More
My first few months of motherhood was the most emotional time of my life. I was overwhelmed with this fierce love and while I experienced the most intense joys. It was also an incredibly painful time for me. Sitting my her side, going back and forth from the hospital and having to say goodbye to her each day. The heart ache felt like I was leaving a piece of me behind, the best way I can describe it is a feeling of emptiness. The days were so long and they seemed to blur together. The days became weeks, which rolled into months and finally she came home.
For as long as I can remember I’ve enjoyed writing. But it’s something I’ve never really made time for. I’ve always felt too busy and often the things I let slip, are the things that bring me the most joy. When I write I wind up absorbed by my emotions, completely lost in the moment. It’s good for my soul and I’d say it’s part of my healing process, a way of dealing with things. Read More