Navigating the labyrinth of raising children, maintaining a personal identity and surviving this crazy journey that is motherhood.
Mamamamammama midwest was born out of a need for survival. I began staying home part time with my children and found myself drowning in the never ending cycle of school drop off, laundry, groceries, put away toys, repeat. I felt so busy juggling a part career with a full time job as a mother. But at the end of the day I found myself lacking adult interactions and not prioritizing my personal needs. There is nothing that makes me happier than spending time with my children’s but I quickly realized that I cannot be the best mom if I am running on empty.
I turned to writing as an outlet to express myself and explore the complicated and ever-changing landscape of motherhood. Writing gave me something to work on during the day between basketball practices and carpool. I know other mom’s struggle with keeping it all together while remembering to prioritize personal identity. I hope this blog provides a place to speak openly and find a community and connect with other women who are navigating their own journeys through motherhood.
The priest eloquently addresses the congregation, delivering a message of self-reflection. As he asks the attentive onlookers “What is your Jerusalem?” I ponder this inquiry. What are the difficult paths that I will have to navigate as a mother, a woman, and a Christian? As I listen to the moving example that Christ left us… Read more
A sage green leaf formed as the brush glided on the texture wall. Dusty pink and bright salmon shades followed. With each smooth brush stroke, I felt the oppressive weight of my internal to-do list ease. As I got lost in the tedious work, my racing thoughts slowed to a faint whisper. Whimsical peonies started… Read more
My mother gave me my savings bonds that had recently emerged from the depths of the family’s safety deposit box. I didn’t know I owned saving’s bonds, let alone expect to earn any income from them. My grandparents and great grandparents would gift bonds on birthdays and important occasions, to be stashed away in the… Read more
A sound somewhere between a groan and a growl slipped out of my mouth, as I nearly avoided a lego-induced foot injury. Any parent who has stepped on one of those razor-sharp weapons, disguised as a children’s toy, knows the terror of seeing a lego on the stairs. I sigh and painstakingly rid the treads… Read more
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