Tag: mom

Sticky Hands and Sticky Hearts

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I’ve come to realize that my home is a lot like my heart. There are days where I scrub it clean and prepare it for goals, dreams, and work and for those days where I’ve invited people in—to gather and play. Sometimes, I'm simply enjoying the few seconds where I’m alone and it's quiet. But truth is, on every one of these days—the walls of my heart will always reflect the same; tiny little hands that have made them theirs.

Moving in with my Boyfriend

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It’s no secret that I am a single mom, in the sense that I am the sole parent to my only wonderful child. It’s...

New Three-PartDigital Lecture Series: Commemorating Women’s Suffrage

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Presented by the Historic Preservation Alliance of Colorado Springs and the Colorado Springs Pioneers Museum The Historic Preservation Alliance of Colorado Springs and the Colorado...

Becoming a Good Enough Mom

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I’m mesmerized watching her. Adopted from China just four months earlier, my youngest daughter holds her baby doll with its head cradled in her...

New Three-PartDigital Lecture Series: Commemorating Women’s Suffrage

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Presented by the Historic Preservation Alliance of Colorado Springs and the Colorado Springs Pioneers Museum The Historic Preservation Alliance of Colorado Springs and the Colorado...

An Open Letter to the Weary and Tired SAHM

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  I see you there. Standing in the middle of the kitchen, talking to yourself. Or, maybe it's the dirty dishes? You've broken up with...

New Three-PartDigital Lecture Series: Commemorating Women’s Suffrage

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Presented by the Historic Preservation Alliance of Colorado Springs and the Colorado Springs Pioneers Museum The Historic Preservation Alliance of Colorado Springs and the Colorado...

Pregnancy in Quarantine

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My husband and I announced back in April that we are expecting a baby in September!  We are beyond excited, but this also comes...

Lessons from my Daughter’s Clubfoot Journey

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It’s interesting the things you learn when you have children. There are things you expect to learn like how to feed them, get them...

Silence Isn’t Comfortable

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As a mother, I have to speak up. Those little eyes are looking at me. Watching me. Waiting for my movement. Ready to hear my thoughts and feel my reassurances that they will be ok, that I will be ok. That life for them will be as I promised, beautiful. My son is moving closer to being a teenager; he hears and understands so much more than we give him credit for or want to believe he can. He's watching me, I can feel it.