We don’t run out of chances to get any of this right. Neither do our babies. That’s the goodness of God.
I don’t think it’s wrong to be proactive in trying to minimize the sometimes debilitating pain that comes on suddenly and with a vengeance. Having said that, today’s devotional rightly reminded me that He who is the source of my strength should come first.
After discovering the news yesterday (I’m late to knowing) that Shannen Doherty (who will forever be Brenda Walsh to me) is now dealing with brain metastasis from her Stage IV breast cancer, I went a huntin’ for allllll the rabbit holes (unhelpfully).
Mother’s Day isn’t my favorite. But this weekend I made real progress, meaning I smiled a whole lot more and teared up a whole lot less.
I was also proud of how we as Walden Walnuts rolled with the punches, because many moments that we had planned to go a certain way, well, they didn’t.
Now I can find the humor and fleeting sweetness in the messy moments of life with family. It’s not an indictment on any of us that our house isn’t Pottery Barn catalog clean, or that any of the things described herein are in stark contrast from the way family life is “supposed to be.”
If this day – and all the ceremonious tributes that surround it – isn’t your jam, I feel you.
To help me get through all the feels about it, I crafted this rhyme-ish collection of heart thoughts.
We lost Miss E one year to the day on April 28th. As I plant and water and weed and hope and rush out back each day to check the cutting garden’s progress, my heart will be with her.
I want to be the person who sends the cards. Alas, I’m the person who buys the cards, always with someone specific in mind, and then they go in the Pile of Good Intentions on my desk, until I move that stack to another stack (for the sake of organization, obvi and because the occasional…
We’re all doing better at this parenting thing than we think we are.
I’ve stopped beating myself up for the sins that my humanness can’t prevent me from doing. I do my best to be self-aware of them, and to ask for forgiveness when I oughtta, but I have stopped living in the shame spiral that characterized much of my first 40 some odd years.
Yep, this is a lot heavier spiritually than I normally write, and I’m nervous about it. But it’s on my heart today, so Imma gonna go with it. Hope you enjoy the read.
One sneaky day date turned pup adoption blessed our family many times over. How do you say goodbye to that?