When I got married it was one of the happiest days of my life! The other being of course, when I became a mom. Which I assume is the same for most of you. I am about to tell you a summary of my story. I hope to share the rest of it as time goes by.
So, I stopped crying. I was no longer the softening, mushy, falling apart potato in the boiling water, and I became the hardening of the egg in that very same water. I became strong...
When I had my son at the ripe age of nineteen, I was awestruck. I was a mom! I knew love in that very instant, when I haven’t before. At least, not like this. No, this was different. I was staring into the eyes of my perfect 5-pound 11-ounce baby boy, watching those eyes open and close. Open, and close. Open, and close.
I had my whole family surrounding the two of us with love bursting from their hearts. I had everybody there, except for one. I was a single mother. At this point, I was also damn proud of that. Before that moment, I cried every day hoping maybe my circumstances would change, and in that moment holding my son for the first time, I had realized that I was stronger than that and I did not need to be crying all those tears. So, I stopped crying. I was no longer the softening, mushy, falling apart potato in the boiling water, and I became the hardening of the egg in that very same water. I became strong.
“The same boiling water that softens the potato hardens the egg. It’s about what you’re made of, not the circumstances.”
So, I raised my son, in boiling water circumstances, becoming stronger than ever. I was so blessed to have my family around me to help me in every way they could. From the time my sweet boy was born, all the way up to when I left my hometown to be with my new husband. Which is a story in itself.
I met my husband through a mutual friend, my best friend, who had joined the Navy and moved to Augusta, Georgia. She and her family met my husband and eventually they all became roommates. I will spare all the beautiful details of this story for another time, but in short, my very best friend had introduced me to the love of my life and I will forever be grateful to her for that.
My husband and I are very happy, I am so blessed to have a man I can truly call my best friend. A best friend who will binge watch Grey’s Anatomy episodes while stuffing our faces with Ben and Jerry’s ice cream.
A best friend who will lighten up my day by bringing in my favorite Starbucks coffee or my favorite chocolates in one hand, roses in another, and who doesn’t mind that I can go through a bag of those chocolates by myself in a week. A best friend who tells me he loves me a hundred times a day, who meets my eyes and instantly smiles, who knows just by looking at me when I’m upset and need some extra love and attention. Yes, I am so completely in love with my husband. He has given me the sweetest gift of being able to stay at home with our son.
Our son, he has given my son the best gift of a daddy. Our sweet boy wants to be all things this is of his dad. I fall in love with my husband more every day when I watch him love my boy so perfectly, tirelessly, effortlessly and so beautifully. I could go on and on about these two, so I will also keep that for another story.
So why do I feel this way?
Being a stay at home mom is so amazing, but also, if we’re being honest…so draining. I find myself on the edge of depression some days. I know how amazing my life truly is, I love being a wife and mother. So why do I feel this way? I need something for me. Something I feel I’m making a difference in. That’s why I want to start this blog site. Moving to a new city is tough, moving away from friends and family is even more tough. It’s hard to put yourself out there and make new friends who share similar ideas as you as a mother.
We as mothers need each other
I want this site to be a site where all mothers can come together, write to each other, encourage one another, and offer digital shoulders to all, make new friendships with one another. We as mothers need each other. I have teamed up with mommy blogger/vlogger, Zelda Holland, who I am so excited to start this journey with. Please, come and have coffee (or tea) with us, write with us, cry with us, laugh with us, heal scars with us, share your stories with us, pour your hearts out to us, have some words with us. I am so excited for the friendships that will grow from this. I am so excited to share this journey with you!