During this time of the year, as we turn toward gratitude, I want to offer my thanks to all the solo moms out there. You are a MF-ing spiritual warrior. I see you reading all the books about divorce, books about helping your children through divorce, books about how to heal after divorce. I see […]
It all begins and ends with you.
(Originally posted on Divorcedmoms.com) After the dissolution of my twelve-year marriage, getting back out there seemed intimidating. But hearing so many stories of how so-and-so met their new partner online, I was hopeful – at least for the first few months. Luckily, I took some notes to help others as we find our way into […]
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all – ~ Emily Dickinson Five little closed-eyed downy gray chicks peep out of the nest a mama bird made in my wreath on the front door. For […]
As a young child, I would sit on the side of the bathroom sink and gaze up as she transformed into a black beauty. It always began with two squares of stacked toilet paper. She would stick the eyeliner wand in, stir, and wipe it twice on the little white cushion, making that black X […]
It is with our swollen bellies and breasts, our mental concerns crowned as frailties, our mistaken identity as “just a mom” that we march into combat. Our underestimation serves us well.
It’s that time of year again. Mommy blogs are flooded with grief over their babies going to school. And it’s true. Some of us mourn as our children go out into the world. I am one of them. Five years. Five years – the time I have spent mostly every day with my little sidekick. […]
I can’t divide the Bible into wrathful God and peaceful God. For one, I wouldn’t know where to place the line. I can’t deny what I’ve read in the Bible, as a child and now as an adult. If Bible stories were made into movies, I would not let Larsen watch any of them. I wouldn’t fast forward through the violent scenes just to get to the good parts. I wouldn’t push play at all.
It’s a distraction from the real work. A parent is not only a person who feels grief intimately but also someone who must watch their child experience it too, which means feel it all over again.
Kids, parents – people in general – need open arms. Space. A Witness. Someone to hold us through experiencing pain. Someone to echo back to us what we said we are feeling. Someone to give words to our emotions and let them float around the room, watching in awe with us.
I know it feels like you are pulling 9gs out there. You feel dizzy, overwhelmed. You feel pressure beyond what you have ever known since having that baby. You feel alone.
But take it one day at a time. Investigate, experiment, listen.
Soon, you’ll be home.
Transcending Motherhood 