When life gives you lemons – a.k.a. all the wildness – you can either make some super delicious lemonade with it… or you can not. With six years of mothering a gorgeous child with sensory processing disorder and fifteen years mothering me – a woman living with chronic fatigue syndrome (CFS/ME) – under my belt, I have personally come to the conclusion that either we choose to thrive… to make the lemonade… or we choose to not thrive.
Today I’m trying my hand at poetry. We’ll see if I can convey the joy I’m experiencing. I pray I can. Blessings, sweet friends xox J. I see Jesus In the sunrise No child in my bed For perhaps The first time In a decade. I see Jesus In the bath time When I canContinue reading “Where I See Jesus”
Numbed-out by the tumultuous few weeks before we took flight – and absolutely emotionally exhausted by the child I aim to be loved-by (wince) – I chanted the words “Help Me” over and over as I pounded the boardwalk above the most beautiful ocean I’ve ever seen. One foot. Help. Second foot. Me. Over and over again. And then the words I was needing to hear punched me in the gut…
Friend, your babies will inspire you. They will tire you. They will encourage you. They will enrage you and engage you and make you laugh until your sides hurt and cry until you’re sure there isn’t a single tear left. And they will tear you apart into pieces that can never be stitched back together again.
(Don’t tell anyone I told you this, but you don’t want the old you to be stitched back together. You want the new you. I promise a million times over you want her! Even if the her you are today isn’t the one you imagined you would be. I pinky swear!)