Being a mom is a crazy thang

Sometimes when nobody’s looking you’re your old self. Other times your new self…and sometimes a mixture of both. But ALWAYS and ALL the time giving your 100%. The following isn’t meant to be advice, or a story. This is more of a personal release of a flood of emotions, accumulated during my two years as…

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I glance outside from my second story window, I can see how gentle the wind sways the leaves on the tree. Back and forth, back and forth. I can hear them rustling with every breeze. I feel a peaceful sadness, as I watch from inside. How beautifully free, coming and going as it pleases, this…