May 12, 2013 § 1 Comment
Today was a happy Mother’s Day. We had brunch at home, played together outside with Nathaniel and our dog Higgins, and I dabbled in oil painting while my guys napped. We all watched a movie together while I finished some knitting. The day was wonderful, especially on the heels of a huge birthday party for Nathaniel the day before.
Mother’s Day hasn’t always been a happy holiday. I cried through the holiday the last three years.
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March 18, 2013 § 7 Comments
Growing up, I was often told what a great “perfect” life I had. I had parents who were married and loved each other. My brother and I got along. I was told I was pretty and I did well in school. I completed my “dream” of being a nurse and married a great guy. We adopted a wonderful son who we adore. I am literally living my dream of working in Africa.
You may have concluded some of these thoughts by reading this blog for any amount of time. As with any outside view, you are only seeing one perspective. You don’t know the private pains or the hidden secrets of the heart. My life is far from perfect. You don’t know the argument I had with my husband or the way I was impatient with my son. You were not around when I was unkind to my friend and was selfish about something else.
The truth is that even as you’re reading about our “perfect” life there is pain, hurt, sin, and grief that only God knows.
Our journey of infertility has shaped me more than anything else in my adult life. « Read the rest of this entry »
March 8, 2013 § 5 Comments
Today we celebrate International Women’s Day as a national public holiday here in Zambia.
Since becoming a mother last June, I have been contemplating my role as woman and what that means for my identity, my family, and my work.
Growing up, my Dad was the sole breadwinner and my Mom worked to take care of our home. She home-schooled my brother and I through high school. I’m forever grateful to both my parents for their sacrifices for my education, well-being, and spiritual upbringing.
I had my own ideas about what being a woman would look like, which in my mind was the same as being a mother. « Read the rest of this entry »