Advocating for your kids can feel like a full-time job. Which can be extra difficult when you have a full-time job. And when you have multiple kids with various needs. I feel like each of my kids have something different they’re carrying or dealing with, and it’s an honor to come alongside them to support … Continue reading Priorities
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Mercy Over Judgment
I was shown mercy today. There was a situation beyond my control, and I was nervous that I was going to get in trouble for it. I was quick to apologize, and prepared to explain myself. Instead, I was met with mercy. It was a bit unexpected; I didn’t have to fix it, we all … Continue reading Mercy Over Judgment
A Consequence of Curiosity
Curiosity killed the cat. It also eliminated the church member. I wasn’t offended or spreading gossip. I was asking questions so I could understand and try to heal. Distance, process, heal, return. That was my honest goal. Instead, my curiosity offended them. In their eyes, I was a problem that must be isolated. A liability … Continue reading A Consequence of Curiosity
Church Hurt
“Familiarity breeds contempt.” The pain is recognizable. The parallels are shocking. The red flags became clearer much quicker this time. It’s hard not to filter this experience through the previous one. There must be more to learn here. “Familiarity breeds contempt.” But maybe there’s another way forward this time. Maybe the familiarity can instead spark … Continue reading Church Hurt
Anchor
It’s been a long 6 months… and I have missed sharing in this space. Originally I took a break from blogging to focus on motherhood; the work-home balance had pushed me to my limits. Instead, parenting a child with special needs took some unexpectedly hard twists and turns. Add in some stress and overwhelm (and … Continue reading Anchor
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Our house is fairly immersed in the Winter Olympics. We’re so glad to be back on the west coast (meaning we don’t have to stay up as late to watch the primetime events)! After dinner each night we have a rhythm of settling in to watch the athletes compete. The mom in me cringes every … Continue reading Stories
Taking Time to Unpack Trauma
Just because my trauma looks different than yours, doesn’t mean it’s not real. I might be opening a can of worms… but I think it might be necessary. I’ve been toting around some heavy emotional baggage for decades. Various forms of abuse, even if small and spread out, were compounded throughout my childhood and beyond, … Continue reading Taking Time to Unpack Trauma
My Race to Run 