There isn’t really a specific reason for this place except to maybe feel less alone as a mom in this hard shit.

I want to believe I have iron clad resilience, enough to carry my family through the pain of now, tomorrow and the days to come.

But the truth is, every day, I have to dig down deep somewhere to stay focused and steady.
I just desperately trying to hold on to these venerable, fast moving years of their childhood.

But I being robbed. ROBBED.

1. I need a place to keep those moments alive.

I want to feel what I feel in those memories over and over especially if they are cut short by overwhelm stress and noise.

If I can write in a place that feel intentional and free of destraction, then maybe i can give those moments a place to live on.

2. This will be for the mom that is finding a way to still live in the moments of motherhood while the world tries to rip it away.

I’m not kidding. Everyday I feel like I *feel* less and less in my body as I try and desensitize myself to the constant bombardment of news and pain from what is happening to the world.

I need to still find myself living. Living and being present. Having these moments and stories to look back on can become a healthy habit for me.

3. Nothing will be polished. But it’ll be honest and real.

What you’ll read will be straight from my heart. How I am perceiving life and how I’m managing motherhood. Just in story form. Its for me. But its also for other moms to feel less alone.