I never intended to be someone who moved around often. As a young girl, my life goal was to live within walking distance to my mother my entire life. But—as is so often the case—things have not gone according to plan.
Posts in the "Getting Through Hard Times" category:
None of us has this life perfectly figured out, and there will be pain and embarrassment along the way for all of us. But as a mom, I feel responsible for helping my daughter develop healthy coping skills for the stress, setbacks, and disappointments of life.
“Mom, I feel sick,” my 10-year-old daughter says, as she clutches her tummy on the sidelines before a big soccer game. She is sick, but she is not ill. Her tummy is churning with nervous energy; worry and anticipation are gnawing at her mind.
Growing up, I never thought that I had the confidence to be a teacher. Back in college, my biggest concern was getting good grades. I took what I thought was the easy way out and decided to work in an office. But then something happened. Motherhood changed me.
In a way, knowing about a fatal disease, such as GM1, is a blessing. It gives you a little more perspective and appreciation for the little things. None of us knows when we will die, but we can be grateful everyday for what we have.
My ride home was an uphill climb. On tough days, I decided I couldn’t do it. On good days, I knew I could do anything. Either way, I always got home, but my success was directly related to my expectations. Eventually, I learned my success was ultimately up to me.
Do you ever fall into the trap of loving your children, but wishing they were different? Or loving who you wish they would be, instead of who they are? Have you ever caught yourself thinking, “What is wrong with this kid? Why can’t he/she just..?” If so, read on.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to be passionate about my work. Waking up each day excited about work was my goal! But the moment my son was born, I knew I didn’t want to go back to my job.
I would ask myself, “But how? How can I make it every day with pain that is so deep and dark? How do I keep going?” I soon realized I did not have to take it day by day. I could simply do minute by minute, slowly working through the cycle of grief while holding onto hope for a better tomorrow.
Often what is depicted on social media and blogs are solely the thrilling adventures of living abroad. But what about the initial adaptation period? What about the culture shock, homesickness, and loneliness? If you are an expatriate mother, I want you to know you are not alone.
The media may love a good fight… but moms do NOT! Is it even possible to keep our kids from fighting? Maybe not 100% of the time, but there are lots of ways to drastically reduce the fighting in our homes. Here are three moms’ ideas for calling a cease-fire on the fights.
Before my due date, I lost count of how many times people told me about sleep deprivation. Looking back, I think this is because it’s their overriding memory of life with a newborn. It’s their way of saying, “‘Welcome to the club; it’s one hell of a ride.”