I don’t need to defend myself because I don’t believe I did anything wrong. But. I do want to explain the ethos behind what I’m doing here in the space, so that if ANYONE who feels like my ethics behind my advocacy are wrong - can just move the F along.
Read MoreThere are days that friends can give all their time to help your heart heal, and there are days those same people need a break. Build your support like a well oiled Jenga tower, when one piece needs to tap out and rest on top, lean into the pieces on the bottom that are ready and waiting to give all they can.
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Instead of the break being negative, something to hide or cover up, the break and all it’s many shattered bits are celebrated, as the creation of something new and… beautiful.
Read MoreA few years past that loss and a few more children grown inside me, I can see that I need to keep a part of me separate, I need a small slice of pie for myself - to feel whole.
Read MoreI needed to see that it was beautiful, this thing that I did everyday. The mess, the tears, the dedication, the love.
Read MoreMaybe the Universe knew you were coming, watched from above and whispered... "Just wait mama. That ache will ease and the rhythm will soften, a little one is coming with a needle and thread to stitch you all together again."
Read MoreYou grow + stretch + patch your heart with years of grief and when life breaks you again and again, you hope that your muscle of resilience has been worked enough to make up the difference.
Read MoreThis metamorphosis of motherhood does a number on a woman, body and soul. We work so hard to get ourselves "back" again after 9 months of pregnancy and endless months of parenting, but I've only recently discovered it isn't possible to be the person we once were.
Read MoreNot every photo of a mom breastfeeding is sweet and blissful, that mom might be in the depths of heartache and struggle.
Read MoreLochlan's home was here, in this hospital. This is where I knew him. His only nursery was a private tiny room filled with machines and nurses. We never left, everything I did to love and support him happened here.
Read MoreThe light comes through the cracks. The healing joins with the breaking. The change comes after we fall apart... and rebuild
Read MoreI fuss over the dresser next to my bed, constantly rearranging where things go, changing the photo in the white frame and the flowers that always sit there. It’s important work for me to care, nurture and pour love into this tiny space - this plot that I’ve given to my boy.
Read MoreTime moved slowly for a very long time, we blindly went through our days for weeks on end, always keeping busy but never doing anything at all – the hopeless dance of the grieving.
Read MoreIt made me a little sad. But mostly, it made me f-ing exhausted. Because the advocating will never stop, not if I want to make + see changes for my daughter.
Read MoreWhen we learned Kenzie had Down syndrome I assumed we were being given a life sentence of hardship and struggle. Not in a million years did I think I would be THANKFUL to have my eyes opened to a new kind of wonderful.
Read MoreIn honor of World Down Syndrome Day - March 21 3 / /21
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Isn't a woman's resolve remarkable? To hand a child over to heaven, to feel that break within you and then decide to chance it all again... and then again.
Read MoreI dug my hands into the garden soil yesterday and thought - how lucky are we to have our hardest month of grief in the most rejuvenating time of year. Sunshine, crisp breeze, buzz of bees, goosebumps.
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