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I’m Not a Fake Christian
I’m not a fake Christian. I have flaws and I have sinned. I know all about carrying the weight of your sins on your heart. They’re there every day. They walk around with…
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Back and Forth, We Rock
Back and forth. Back and forth, we rock. Your head nestled against my chest, listening to my heart beat. My chin rested on top of your head, breathing in your sweet baby smell.…
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I’m Not the Perfect Wife
I’m not the perfect wife. Some nights we eat DiGiorno’s pizza or even Hamburger Helper. Some days the laundry sits in piles from two days before and it’s wrinkled by the time I…
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Mama, We Are All So Very Blessed
Blessed is the mother who lays awake all night with worry. Her mind may race but her heart is big. Blessed is the mother who cries when her child cries, whether it’s a…
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‘Twas the Night Before Mama’s Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through the home; not a child was stirring, not even the phone. Mama had just nestled in with a good book, she had just finished wrapping…
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The Mother in the Waiting Room
They made me go into the operating room with him. They had me scrub up and carry him into the bright room filled with probably ten plus people. I was told to hold…
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Her First Christmas Will Look Different This Year (Thank You, 2020)
Her first Christmas. It’s going to look different (thank you, 2020). I know she won’t remember this but I will. 2020 has taken so much from her first little year of life; I…
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The Preemie Clothes
No mother ever wants to buy these – the preemie clothes. No mother ever plans to buy them and have them stashed away for “just in case.” And yet, when you need preemie…
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“In a Minute,” I’ll be the Perfect Mother
I lost count of how many times I said “one sec” today. “Mommy, I want to go outside.” “One sec, I’m doing dishes.” “Mommy, I want to watch Mickey.” “One sec, sister is…
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To The Mom Turning Thirty
To the mom turning thirty, Say that again with me, you’re turning thirty. You found your first gray hair earlier this year after having your daughter. Doesn’t the saying go that little girls…
