Day 11 is my breaking point, I texted to my best friend. I put down the phone, reached across to the passenger seat for my purse and fumbled through it for my big sunglasses. I could feel the tears were moments away. I wanted to hide them from all the other parents. Continue reading
6th grade was awesome for me. Or was it 7th? I’m not exactly sure. I started shaving my legs, wearing a training bra, and got braces.
But the mensies, that was definitely 7th because I remember that time in Mrs. Breitzman’s class…I can’t even talk about that time. Continue reading
I know I am not alone in my dances with anxiety. My Scary Mommy post was scary for me to post to the world because it talked openly about something I’ve found hard to talk about: anxiety.
But the feedback has been phenomenal. The stories others have shared has been comforting. As I found more and more people raising their hands and saying me too, I felt less scared to talk about it. Continue reading
The first time it happened, my oldest was four months old. I sang to him the one nursery rhyme I could recall by memory: Itsy Bitsy Spider.
Because that’s what moms do. I’ve read it in books, seen it on TV, and listened to more seasoned moms reflect on singing their now grown babies to sleep. I’m now a mom and this is what I should do. Continue reading
A few weeks ago, around 9pm, I yelled so loud I woke the children, my husband, and scared our dog into a tailspin. My husband frantically ran downstairs to make sure I was alright. My kids ran after him asking, “why are you laughing? Or are you crying? What’s wrong mommy?” Continue reading
Recently, someone made a comment about an action of mine not aligning with what I say in my blog. And then they added a few other comments. I don’t know if they were trying to be hurtful or not. Regardless, it hurt.
It made me question if I am who I say I am. It made me question if I’m a fraud.