forwardspero

So let's come full circle with last weeks post.  I had no intentions of scaring people out of wanting to be a parent, though it is a scary thing and the hardest role you'll ever play in life.  I simply meant that it sucks to be raising something so beautiful, and know that they will be hurt and scarred and get torn down, and that your child will have to figure out a way to build themselves back up. Because you can't always save them, or they will be rotten.  That's the savage bit, yet again.  BUT, there's still beauty. There's beauty in that we can hope and we can love.  I believe so firmly in hope.  I believe that though at times it may be foolish and painful, there's  Give all your love to your child.  Let them experience how love should be given and received.  Teach them that they can hope and they can persevere through the rough times.  Show them that there's always light to be found in darkness.  And most of all, let them kn

Once upon a time (2016) I wrote about parenting and still believe this to be true... I've come to this realization that there's something  beautifully savage  about the  gift  of being a parent. Let me explain.  One day you find out you're going to be a parent and it's the scariest moment ever, but also  very exciting. If you're from a family like mine, it's more scary than exciting because you've "done it all wrong" by being pregnant out of wedlock...but that's a different story.  Skip through 10 months because if you do the math, 9 months is 36 weeks, but a "healthy pregnancy" is 40 weeks...not sure why that's such a big discrepancy, but yet again that's another rabbit trail.  You're in the hospital, hopefully with loved ones close by, and after hours of blood, sweat, and pain you're a parent. As the mother you're blessed to hold your new child first, if it's healthy enough. And it's some

We all see things differently.  We all think one thing is right, another wrong, and our views may differ.  One thing I've learned is that with every person we know and with every conversation there may be something we could disagree on.  It's so easy to get caught up in these petty things.  "Don't sweat the small stuff, it's all small stuff" comes to mind, and actually makes sense to me now.  I've learned from this last relationship that it's so important to  Pick Your Battles . The yard, the car in the way, the dirty clothes, the dirty dishes, those are small things.  Arguing over them every day drives an almost irrevocable wedge between you and your partner or friends or children...a wedge you never wanted and one that is unnecessary. Remember, love is all encompassing.  Don't sweat the small stuff. 

Sometimes we are faced with a cross roads. Follow our gut or follow the popular choice. How difficult it can be to make that gut decision, especially if you're like me and know it will potentially put you into a depression you don't want to go through. How rewarding it is though to make that gut decision, especially if you're so worried about your mental health that you don't realize all your friends around you supporting you because they also know you made the right decision. Following your gut brings self-confidence. Friends are a blessing, and a huge impact. Choose wisely. Believe in yourself. Make the hard choice, even if it could potentially bring you to a dark place...because the beauty of the darkness is that it's so much easier to see the light. Find hope. Move forward. →forwardspero

Have you ever realized how many things we are addicted to? Cell phones, television, sugar, Monday Night Football, adrenaline...whatever it may be, it causes a distraction from what we should be focusing on - family and friends and taking care of ourselves. I'm addicted to chocolate, there's no way around it. I finish a meal and know I'm not hungry, but crave the taste of chocolate on my tongue, so I eat it, because I lack self-control...but I'm working on it. At one point I was addicted to alcohol as a coping mechanism, telling myself it was just a way to "let loose" when really it was a way to avoid the responsibility I had for a few hours. The hardest part of believing that lie is when it's truth was revealed after sobering up each day. I was shown reality and kept avoiding it, because I was unhappy with myself. I wish I could tell you I was completely sober, but on occasion I still drink. I do aim to stay coherent now, at least. So I guess y