I Always Feel Like I Am Compromising
If I focus on writing, working, I feel the lack (dreadfully) in what I am as a mother.
If I focus on being Mommy, making a home, I feel something in my soul begin to scream. Too long at that, it grows silent and still. Too still. In-the-throes-of-death silent (though, now that I think of it, “throes” don’t seem that silent).
Joe comes home and asks, “How was your day?” and I laugh a crazy little laugh of desperation and answer: “Oh, great, you know, changing diapers, doing laundry, the usual. Yours?”
And I have nothing else to say.
Average or Exceptional
I listened to a podcast yesterday and in it this is what caught me, this small instruction: continue reading…