Recently during a conversation, a bereaved mother commented that in losing her child, she had found herself. She had found the “real” her and she was proud. These words spoke loudly to me, stirring up my soul, delving me into a time of self-reflection and introspect. It made me think, maybe we don’t really… Read More
The Untold Secret About Making Your Teen’s Lunch: Because There’s So Much More Than Food Inside That Brown Bag
There’s so much pressure from the world these days for teens to make their own lunch which many believe will miraculously transform them into responsible, grateful human beings. Yeah, I beg to differ on that one. What fairy tale are they living in? While I do believe it is very important to instill responsibility in… Read More
Seeing the Sweeter Side of Grief: Recognizing Rays of Sunshine for the Grieving Mama’s Heart
The day WILL come… When you realize you haven’t cried in days When you are able to look at their photos and smile When you are so thankful to be their mom When you feel a twinge of happiness amidst the tears, remembering how silly they used to be When you share… Read More
The Hand in the Darkness That Held Me: The Heart of a Chaplain
Day in and day out, they put their own lives and families on hold, extending their hands to others. They are a shoulder to cry on, a gentle ear to listen. Irreplaceable servants that act selflessly comforting us during difficult times. They are seldom recognized and often overlooked until we are directly impacted. Then, who… Read More
Yes, That’s My Scar-Let Me Tell You the Story.
Whether it’s the large scar on my leg resembling claw marks from the barbed wire fence when I was 17, the circular scar from the mole removed 15 years ago, or the jagged lines that reside on my upper arm from the car accident, scars tell stories of our challenges in life. We remember the… Read More
Ten Years Later-What I’ve Learned After a Decade as a Grieving Mother.
July 16, 2018, marked ten years since our car accident-when a routine commute to work on a hot summer day, ended with my daughter gone and my son and I in the hospital. I remember clearly- it was nearly evening time that day and we were finally allowed to leave the hospital. I was heavily… Read More