I sat Infront of a fireplace after 10pm, fire burning. The shushing of a white noise machine from the baby’s bedroom echoed downstairs. Worship music lulled in the background to hide my wails. I sobbed rhythmically cross-legged on the floor leaning over my 15 year old torn up bible. I cried out to God inRead More
How to love a Motherless Mom of littles.
Being a Motherless Mom, is a perspective I know all too well. It’s a club I never wanted to join, it’s a badge I don’t wear proudly. And until I did trauma therapy, the ache for a mother in my heart throbbed like an open wound with every mom-daughter duo I’d witness out in public.Read More
