Their rooms are a wreck. So much so that I could pull my hair out. How do they live in that mess? Could be a health hazard. To be sure it is.
I climb the steps. Aahhh, my own space. My own quiet solitude. I have the entire upper floor to myself. Or so I thought. No sooner am I standing naked over a tub full of warm fluffy bubbles do I hear, “don’t touch me…stop…Mom” Will it ever end? Does the stress of parenting and the pressure of refereeing ever come to an end or is this the 18 + year sentence that must be paid due to a love affair gone terribly wrong thirteen years ago?
Have you ever wanted to just get in the car and drive away? Thelma and Louise if you will ( I certainly would LOVE to). If I have to break up one more fight or pick up one more dirty pair of socks, I’m going to blow my top.
Just as I’m ready to check out, I think of my dear friend Christi Phillips that buried her baby girl Kaylen just three weeks ago. Four months old. I bet she’d change places with me in a heart beat. I bet many moms would.
Join us Feb 22-23 as we host a fundraiser for Kaylen’s Write to Heal to raise $5000 for moms that are suffering with the death of a child. Just $1 at a time, we’ll be offering hope and encouragment during a painful time. Join us and hear from Kaylen’s mom and how YOUR letters have touched her life.