I have this peach-colored, stretchy kind of shirt that had been sitting in my shirt drawer for what seemed like forever. It had been a while since I’d last worn it because it seemed to always fit the wrong way.
It hugged all of my curves, both the good ones and the ones that I would rather keep hidden. You know those unattractive back rolls? Yeah, this momma has them. One of these days I won’t have them anymore. I hope.
But, I did just spend several years in a row being pregnant constantly. As much as I tried keeping the weight off, six pregnancies in 5 years (four of them resulting in live births) don’t really give the body adequate time to recover. Throw in a couple years of severe postpartum depression, and you can imagine the impact my weight has received.
I decided to give the shirt another try. I slipped it on and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked slim. I felt beautiful. It didn’t seem to hug my curves like usual. A burst of confidence surged through me!
I got so excited and ran to the bathroom scale. I stepped on it, eager to see my apparent progress. The number that blinked back at me was not what I expected. Instead of losing, I had GAINED two pounds! No, it was not a result of working out and gaining muscle. I haven’t worked out in quite some time. I know; shame on me.
My confidence shattered and sprinkled all over the floor around me. I got off the scale and put it away, discouragement slowly filling inside me.
I stepped in front of the mirror again, and this time I didn’t see the slim woman I saw before. My curves looked awkward, and the shirt no longer seemed flattering.
More often than not, we treat grief like it’s the plague that we think it is.
What if grief is actually a gift?
I was scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed this morning, and I came across a picture my sister had posted this morning. One of my other sisters had gotten shirt pillows made for Becca and her kids, with old shirts of Harley’s. It’s no surprise that there were a lot of tears shed over the pillows this morning. Even I had to fight back tears as I looked at the picture.
Can I be honest? I found myself breaking down over the loss of my brother-in-law just yesterday. I thought about my sister and her children as they are still trying to work through their new normal without their favorite man. I imagined what it would be like if Evan were to never come home. I can’t even fathom it. What my sister and her children face every day is Continue reading →
If your child has been sexually abused, there will almost always be signs, and it’s best to know what those signs are.
Before you read any further, you must understand that a lot of these signs are very easy to miss and a lot of wonderful parents might even just assume that some of these things are related to another issue. Please do not beat yourself up if you miss or missed the signs, in the event that your child has been sexually abused. They really are easy to miss sometimes.
But, by educating yourself about the signs and symptoms of sexual abuse, you’ll be able to have a better understanding of what to look for. Continue reading →
Your wife just had a baby and something is really off with her. It’s called postpartum depression.
If you are a subscriber to my email newsletters, then you knew that this post was coming. For those that don’t know, my husband will gradually be co-writing for my blog, and I am so excited for this to become a team effort! Today, my sweet husband is here to share his thoughts on postpartum depression and how husbands can help their wives through such a difficult season.
*written by Evan, my husband and the Marine behind the blog*
You’ve just had a child – a little bundle of joy – and you couldn’t possibly be any happier!
In this post, I discuss three very important reasons your children need to know the proper, anatomical names for their private parts. You’re in for a treat today, because I actually did a video instead of writing a post! So, feel free to watch below for part three of my “Protecting Your Child from Predators” series!