As a little girl, every time someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up I always answered the same, a Mother. At Shul, when mothers had their babies with them, I was the first to run and offer help. I loved babies. Loved them. Ian and I were married February 1st … Continue reading Little kid, little problems. Big kids, big problems.
Scar noun A mark left on the skin or within body tissue where a wound, burn, or sore has not healed completely and fibrous connective tissue has developed. Scars. We’ve all got them. Some physical and some emotional. These marks are reminders of our adventures, sickness, risks taken, and faith. Scars can haunt us, bringing … Continue reading The choice of having scars
Today is my Birthday. It’s been a year since the PPD took control over me. A year since the exorcism was performed on me by modern medicine, and thank Gd, successfully guiding me out of the hell I was in. It’s been a year of elation and suffering, love and torment. Normally I love birthdays, … Continue reading Happy Birthday To Me
I recently read that the average person hears 30,000 words a day. That doesn’t include repeat words. Insanity. Having 6 kids I hear allot of words a day. Quite frankly, I hear some crazy things on the regular. “Mommy, Mateo is eating something that looks like poop!”. Most of the times the words go in … Continue reading When life gives you lemons…
I’ve been thinking about how time flies. My kids do and say things sometimes that remind me of the beauties of my childhood. The innocence, and trust in life, laughing till soda squirts out of your nose. It still happens, (minus the nose squirting, lol) but when we were kids I don’t think a day … Continue reading How PPD saved my life