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A broken heart 💔 Y’all, my momma heart is aching. Tiny pin-pricks of hurt ribboning through my oversized heart all weekend. When people tell you there’s no heartbreak like the ones your children create, believe it. My high school senior had homecoming this weekend. After being denied the excitement of high school events for the past three school years, I was giddy with excitement at the prospect of senior events. My momma heart bloomed at the thought of homecoming, senior pi

Who lies!! Check out this months iMom article sharing our struggles with the high schooler! https://www.imom.com/loving-your-child-who-lies/ #teenager #parenting #children #hurt #highschool #momlife #lying #Kids #feelings #tears #anger #stress #love #life #trials #boymom #teenmom

The middle schooler and I fought this morning. Over her phone. Her phone. That stupid little piece of machinery that she can’t see she’s dependent upon. Her phone. A phone which, before being given to her, came with the stipulation that when we ask for it she turns it over. And yet, today we fought. After some trouble with bullying last school year, I put an app on her phone to track things like bullying, violence, inappropriate content, etc. The World Wide Web is just too bi

Inside of my head! I love social media. Sometimes. I love watching former students grow into awesome young adults. I love seeing their academic accomplishments. Watch them get their drivers permits and licenses. Seeing them compete in sports and excel. It makes my preschool teacher heart shout when I know I had a tiny part in the success of a child’s life. I firmly believe preschool is the foundation academic excellence is formed on. Fight me on it😎 And yet, as I watch forme

Away from reality. Hurt. Anger. Disappointment. Crushing heartache. In the last three days, I’ve felt all of these emotions and so many more. Parenting is indeed the the hardest thing a person will do. It hurts my momma heart that my teenager so callously disregards rules put in place for his safety. That he cares so little for our thoughts and feelings he’s willing to face whatever consequences to simply do what he chooses; regardless of whether it’s right or wrong. And poin

And her tears mark the page. Have you ever watched your child’s heart break and feel powerless to help? Watch the varying emotions of hurt, betrayal and anguish play across their face and hurt inside for them. It stirs every protective instinct within you, but you tread carefully because you know a lesson lies within the hard time. Our middle schooler has been home sick with a sinus infection this week. She miserable with headaches and a sore throat from runny draining nonsen

And still miss something. Today was a rough day. Standing in the bedroom, folding fresh out of the dryer linens, my cell phone rings. I generally ignore it because my car warranty doesn’t expire for another four year so I’m good. The phone number caught my attention. It was the middle school calling. My mind immediately went through the days schedule because we are in a busy season around here. With a school play and basketball season, timetables are everything. I ran through

The hardest word. I’m not a particularly loquacious person. I like to sit back and watch the action happen. I interject when I feel it’s needed but I love to people watch. But, when I have something to say, the words come. Family trouble with many in my family usually means the silent treatment. Stubborn bouts of long held silence are used to teach the other party a lesson. Nothing says I’m ticked at you quite like saying nothing at all. Ha!! The silent treatment used to hurt

What to do with myself! There comes a time in ones life when they must face certain realities. Living in the upper Midwest means snow is inevitable at some point. Construction season is a year long occurrence. Pizza is good no matter what style you choose. My personal favorite though, you can’t please everyone. As a recovering people pleaser, this typical reality is a hard learned one. At times when I thought I had made progress toward recovery, I learned I had simply shifted

And then cried in the parking lot. Sounds weird, doesn’t it? Who in their right mind cries because they bought milk? I mean they always say “don’t cry over spilled milk”, but crying over buying it may be okay…. My husband usually buys the milk. At least twice a week, I send him “stop and pick up milk” text before he leaves work. And, like the awesome hubby he is, he stops, picks up milk, and is the hero because the middle schooler might die without milk in the morning. On th

And too many of them! Have you ever been hit by a truck? While parked on the side of the road? Blindfolded? Tossed in the trunk? Right now, I feel like I have been. Tonight I was presented with some information about one of my children that devastated me. But, not in the way you may think. I am angry. Full on wanting to say not so nice words at the top of my voice angry. I am vivid. A child of mine is a liar. A child of mine is a cheater. A child of mine uses drugs. A child o

Hard to see clearly to what lies below… My daughter, goodness love her, is a messy child. It’s taken me eleven frustrating and messy years to realize she simply is what she is. Despite constant reminders, nagging, and bribing, she always leaves a mess in her wake. Today, she came to me upset because her new favorite hoodie had a stain on it. Never mind the countless others from art projects and trampoline spills. This one was front and center on her pocket, and upset her deep

And I did… This past year has been one long ride on the struggle bus. Yet, I’ve somehow managed not to end up medicated or in a padded room. With mask mandates handed down with swift execution, I was effectively remanded to my home. Not by choice. I have a mask handicap. What the hell is that you ask? Well to sum it up in one sentence, I have childhood sexual trauma post traumatic stress. In plain speak, having my breathing restricted freaks me the heck out to a level of pani