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MOTHERHOOD, THE RABBIT HOLE: how we fall and how we rise again

It’s back to school and there's pumpkins popping up everywhere, so naturally this topic has come up yet again. Collectively, the motherhood tribe is subscribing to our new found freedom and praise Jesus and hallelujah. But with this comes the trepidation of the walk into the light. The baby steps to that freedom. The decision to divide and conquer. Because no matter how you do motherhood, we all fall. Even those of us who don't say it. But friends, it isn’t how or when we fall that matters, it’s how we rise again.


THE 40 YEAR OLD MAMA

I like to think of seeing my life like I see great cinema. Frame by frame, moment to moment. And sometimes I like to just stop the tape right in the middle of it all, and observe it in black and white. And sometimes when you stop in the middle of a moment, and you observe, you capture the very reasons of why we are here. In black and white, plain and simple, to love and to exist in love.

WHO AM I NOW?

It’s 1 am and I’m crying in my king size bed. The husband is snoring next to me. And I can’t sleep. I’m going through iPhotos. Sob. Sob. Sob. 

I’m a bit overwhelmed. Or maybe a lot. 

I feel like I can’t get a hold of this pit in my stomach. What is it? My mind is racing, I have too much for my brain to process. And for what?

Why am I so panicked all of a sudden? I hear someone cough upstairs and I immediately think out loud something horrible is about to happen. 

Stop. 

This is a mother’s life.