A Year of Change

I entered one of the biggest transitions of my life, recently. And with it came heartache and tears, joy and happiness, laughter and friendship, and so many more adjectives. Honestly, I don't know how I am already reflecting on the past four amazing years that I was given! But the days of parenting at home with my boy all day, day after day have passed. Now, we're a few months into our new normal.

It's funny. I had all these plans for how I would spend my mornings while he is in PreK, but it seems those dreams need to wait a little longer. God threw a few blessings my way which are blossoming into these beautiful projects that make me feel accomplished and even a little giddy. I didn't realize a little techy project could fulfill my inner soul so.

If you know me well, you know that before parenthood, I designed a few websites here and there, managed a few small businesses social media, and dabbled in a few other marketing strategies, but did you know I've been doing it again?

Yeah, so get this. A sweet client from my past called and wanted to run a few web solutions by me. He said that he'd been approached by several companies trying to convince him he needed to update his website, but,note, they all said the same thing. While your site doesn't have a current design, it's doing its job, well. The funny thing about this one is that we new when we put that site to work over 5 years ago, it wasn't a savvy design then, but to keep cost down, we worked within the parameters that we were given. In other words, he had a small business that needed a solution to fit his budget. I made that happen then, and he called me back.

I seriously told myself that I didn't want to do this kind of work again. But as we sat discussing what these companies were selling, I couldn't stop myself from getting back in the game. So it seems, I should stop saying, "no, God!" Because He's gonna keep saying, "yes, Tiffanie!"

Back to when I mentioned "reflection". Wow! God, once again, knew what we needed. A little extra income, new friends, a community of people who need the solutions I can provide and even a confidence boost for a mom who has self-doubted herself since the moment her smarter-than-she-is boy began to walk and talk. (Read between the lines. Parenting an infant was sweet and beautiful, but as soon as infant became toddler... life got messy and harder than ever.)

"It's all messy, the hair, the bed, the words, the heart, life."

I'm so proud to say that we are settling into our new season. The new Newnan Routine feels pretty good, and I sure adore witnessing my boy come home talking about all the things he's learned with all the friends he has made. The website that started all this was published, and I can proudly say that it's shuffling all the daily traffic and it meets today's design standards too.

If you want to hear more about my next few projects coming down the pipe very soon, stay tuned. As it turns out, affordable small business solutions are scarce. I, however, can help! Newnan Small Business Solutions are just a phone call away from me.

What The World Needs To Know About New Moms

Before I became a parent, I had several friends who entered the parenthood world before me. Way before me. I experienced the roller coaster of emotions that came with my roll as a kid-free-friend. And if you're a woman whose friends started having children before you, you know what I mean.

Picture life before kids. Always busy. Dinner plans a few times a week. Dinner, drinks with the possibility of local music at least a couple weekends out of the month. Concerts a few times a year. Vacations. Oh, the days of fitting in vacations with friends. This is the time of your life when you're choosing your framily, friends who are like family. You cannot imagine life without them.

Then someone gets pregnant. Because you love them like family, you're thrilled. You can't wait to plan baby showers and celebrate their growing family. And you really can't wait to get your hands on that itty-bitty-baby. These are the moments when you imagine being the best aunt in the world because, of course, you'll be just as involved; you're already sharing life with these people.

You and the besties plan a baby shower and invite all of the other friends who she has been doing life with. It's so much fun because everyone is giving cheers to the parents-to-be. It's the best baby shower that has EVER been thrown!

A few weeks later, you get the call that the mama-to-be is in labor. They're heading to the hospital and updates do not come often enough. But FINALLY, that call comes in. It's a healthy baby girl. She's 7lbs 10oz and 20.5" long. You can't wait to get to the hospital for a visit, but wait... Your framily just requested no visitors. They want privacy to settle in as a family. A few days will do. They said, 

"Maybe you can come by the house in a few days after we get home and settled?"

Jaw On The Floor.

As the next few weeks and months pass, you find yourself questioning your friendship because (what felt like) the sudden change in lifestyle with these friends who you chose to be your family has you all up in your head. In fact, after you find them seeking out new friends with babies, you begin to mourn the life you had before their baby arrived and these feelings come with a lot of guilt.

If you were the first friend to have a baby or were expecting your first right behind her, you may not have found the connection to this story yet, but keep reading. You'll find a connection before I'm done.

What's the saying? Time heals? I don't know if this is actually true in any loss, but what is true is that time allows you to find a new normal. This is a good time to learn and pray, 

"God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference." 

And then guess what happens next. You become pregnant. If you're in similar shoes to mine, you've been through the world wind I just described enough times that it became the norm. Those changes were no longer something that lived in your conscious. And now that it's your turn to enter the other world, you aren't even thinking about the differences.

You are living in your moment. You're blissfully happy about soon being a mommy. The only subjects you know are pregnancy and baby.

Your friends start planning the best baby shower every thrown. And it's fun, all right, but instead of soaking in what will possibly be some of the last moments you share with a few people on your guest list, you're thinking about your baby's wardrobe. Dreaming about how these amazing gifts you were just showered are going to set you up to be the best mom in the world, having the most fun time in your life.

Then, labor comes and baby arrives. It's healthy baby boy. He's 8lbs and 20 inches long. Even if you don't ask for no visitors, it's now, it's that moment when you have your first flash back. You flash back to moment when your friends asked for privacy to settle in as family and you get it. You GET IT.

As you live in every single moment that comes over the next few days, weeks and months, you gradually start to recognize how drastic your lifestyle has changed, and you compare how different it is to when you thought someone else's change, changed your life so much. Are you following me? Let me say that another way. As time goes by and you settle into parenthood, after catching up on some much needed sleep, of course, you gradually start to compare the difference between the change that just happened in your life to when your friend had the first baby and you were still kid-free. A light bulb or two might go off in your head as you start to relate to "that other world" which you could-not-relate before but are now living.

The next few years bring around many more light bulbs that are similar to that. But sometimes, you find yourself experiencing confusion and doubt again, just like when you were kid-free. While you may have mourned the loss of the lifestyle you had before your friend had the first baby, when everyone was doing life together, now you find yourself mourning the friendships you feel are lost due to your having the baby. Because seasons. Seasons come and seasons go, but some things stay the same.

I'm not claiming expert status on life as it has to do with friendships, new moms, or life's seasons, but I do have experience in these departments. Isn't it experience and the sharing of experiences that make navigating life changes easier?

This morning, I found myself missing many faces. Faces that I use to see daily, weekly or at least monthly. I can't name the last time that I saw a few of them, though I think of them often and imagine if we were back together it would feel like life just stood still. Like not a moment passed. Yet I'm finding the absence to feel like eternity.

If you are the person in this story who is kid-free, consider the changes happening for the new mom in your life as a natural progression. These changes are not pre-calculated or expected. And as much as this may sting, these changes are not about you, because of you or for you! New moms have no idea how their lives will drastically change because the only thing they pre-calculated was throwing that kid on their hip and toting them right along with them. Reality just slapped them in the face, honey. And it was a bigger shock to them than the feelings you are having.

If you are the new mom in this story, whether you've had a friend go before you or not, consider that your kid-free-friend is not experiencing the natural and progressive changes that are happening for you. They do not and cannot understand, but they are also experiencing a change (though it be different from yours) which also impacts them big time. A change that also matters.

Which side is your story doesn't matter when it comes down to how this knowledge can build stronger friendships and understanding of the gap between our worlds. What matters here is how you act. What you do or don't do.

I recommend that either party put in a little extra effort. Effort you might feel the other party should make first. Take action. Send a text when that person crosses your mind. Have Siri dial them and have a chat, long or short, while you're driving down the road. Do something that let's the other one know you still care. You still think of them. These actions can simply reassure someone that you look forward to the day when our faces meet again, if even for a different-than-our-usual-visit, if only for a quick hug, if we just take the chance. The chance to hang onto a friendship through life's seasons of change. The result just might be beautiful.

Honest Motherhood

The little face revealed in this post below has challenged me as much as it has made me fall in love.

Knowing I am the eldest of six children, you would imagine I was all prepared for the reality of motherhood, but can anyone really ever be ready for what it brings? Spitup. Diapers. Laundry. Bottles. Food Processing. Snuggles. Love.

Then in a flash, all of those things have turned into a whole new list. Muddy boots. Pee Pants. Poopy Pants. "Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy" (while pulling your clothes right off your shoulders). Hitting. Biting. Negotiating. Crying (lots of crying, by both child and mommy). Personality. "Yes ma'am, mommy" (with held dropped in disappointment - every - time - they - have - to - say - it). And every now-n-then, the "I love you too, mommy."

Putting Pinterest to Work

Have you seen the super cute barn doors all over Pinterest? My dad built one for my master bedroom last year, but it's been lost in the garage. Out of sight, out of mind much?

Now that it's in my sunroom, I'm finally getting it ready for installation. Just wait until you see the other side of this door, or better yet, wait until you see the finished product. Dad did a great job building this door from scratch and the hardware... it came from Etsy. Oh, and ya'll, the door will replace a set of curtains.

Yes. You heard that right! We currently have curtains up in the doorway where this will be hung. Needless to say, Pinterest is gonna make Mama and Dadee appreciate the darkness this will provide to our haven, and we might just enjoy the privacy too! 😉

This image is one that inspired me in the making of our barn door, but even more than that... the images on the blog where I found this image... they inspire me to dream about my forever home. Check it out here, and dream with me.

Come back. I'll post pictures of our finished product here, but in the meantime, I'd love to hear about a Pinterest inspired project that you completed.

All The Feels After Forty

At forty, I'm probably not supposed to wake up to eat cake with my coffee, but would you look at this delish, delish strawberry cake!!! I have to brag on my sister real quick... My family told me how she stepped up to help my husband pull some details together, including decorations and this homemade cake that apparently took her days to complete because of the bake, freeze and then ice process. Mmm Mmm Mmm, it's so good, and I think you'd also eat it for breakfast! (Maybe I can get her to provide the recipe? Ya'll be sure to check back here for a link.)

So, today, I woke up having ALL. THE. FEELS. Have you had these days? You know, sentimental like?

As I stand in the kitchen, in one that my mother raised me, freezing left overs from this fabulous surprise birthday party from my husband, I can't help but to remember all the other birthdays I shared here with my family and some other really good people.

I am so very thankful for the people God has put in my life. You've all helped mold me into who I am today. It might sound selfish to say "I am proud of who I've become", but without self-worth & self-appreciation, who would we be? So, I say it loud & proud. Sure, I have flaws, areas that still need a lot of improvement, but I also have acknowledgement & awareness of those things that need special attention. (Can't say I had such self-awareness at 21 or even 30.)

At Forty...

Let's be honest. As our birthdays approach faster & faster throughout the years, they bring a range of emotions that might look a bit like a heart rate - up & down, up & down. Though depending on your attitude, you might hear the music behind that beat!

As my B I G  4 O approaches, I find myself listening to the music from my almost forty year old library because when I was young, I truly expected forty to be have that "over the hill" feeling or maybe even "life is over at forty" feeling. For me, thirty was much harder. The music I hear today reflects acceptance, adventure, authenticity, change, gratitude, kindness, love and an abundance of memories! Maybe I see the glass half-full, as compared to thirty I saw the glass half-empty. It doesn't really matter. I'm here. I survived the last decade, and I have a boatload of experience, wisdom and memories to prove it.

I am looking at 40 as 4 perfect 10's because though there maybe a lot of difference between twenty & forty, some things that are the same-same-but-different. So, if you're about to hit this milestone, as I will in a week, think about some facts that are resonating with me.

• At forty, I still cherish memories as if I was creating a high school yearbook, but at forty, that yearbook is in pieces. The memories are spread throughout drawers & boxes because I printed pictures, I saved a magazine clipping, but I no longer have time to even put them in one place, much less find time to put them in a photo album or a scrapbook.
• At forty, I still dream like nothing can stop me, but at forty, I dream for others more than myself.
• At forty, I still think of others, but at forty, the hand written note that I wrote them is found under a pile of mail that was misplaced and might never make it to the mailbox, much less get handed to them.
• At forty, I still look at my surroundings trying to notice the beauty in this world, but at forty, my goggles are forty years old. I see with more clarity. At forty (not at thirty), I love swapping my forty-something goggles for toddler goggles.
• At forty, I still say I am sorry, but at forty, I don't wait for perfect timing.
• At forty, I still get disappointed, but at forty, I seek God's wisdom & comfort, rather than justice.

Moving Day

I technically relocated to the country almost two years ago, but the market wasn't in great shape and our home was in need of some minor attention. Since my husband's work is on our old side of town, it helped having a place for him to stay a few nights a week. However, the updates to the house were pretty much complete and the commute has definitely taken it's toll. Time to sell.

The Lord blessed us by allowing us to cross paths with buyer's who were renting in our neighborhood. Though it's been an unconventional process, we remained faithful asking God to bless this transaction and our efforts to sell to them. Finally, we are scheduled to close.

With a closing date drawing near, we are making arrangements to start packing and moving, so tons of questions are crossing my mind. How will I pack the remaining items in my house with a 2 year old who requires A LOT of attention. Will he unpack the box I just closed? Can we get away without a storage unit or will we have to splurge on that too? If we do need a storage unit, will it need to be climate control? Thankfully, I have an adaptable set of people working with me to help us find all the answers we need during this transition.

Some obvious things on the to do list include packing, but I had to determine if there was any furniture that we could let go. Determined there is, I start photographing and listing items that can go from our current living arrangements, and, later, I'll add the items from the house we are selling. It doesn't matter if I'm yard selling or online selling IT IS STRESSFUL & NOT my forte.

Combine Stress Away, Orange & Peppermint in the Diffuser for a sweet stress relief!

If you're in the Luthersville, GA region and need a couch, faux leather chair, chest & nightstand or baby crib, let me know by sending an email. Here'a re pictures, but you can also find them on letgo or 5miles.

Antiqued Black Chest & Nightstand - $150 OBO

34" W x 21" D x 48.75" H

Good Condition, yet bottom drawer is in need of minor repair.

 

22" W x 18.25" D x 27" H

Faux Leather Chair with Ottoman - $200 OBO

Chair: 50" W x 37" D | Ottoman: 24" x 24"

 

Sturdy Couch - $100 OBO

88-90" L x 38" D

Sturdy Baby Bed - $75 OBO

Regular Size Crib

Folded: 6' L x 52" H

I am surely not the only one who's lived this, but if you know of someone who is looking for any of these items, please have them make me an offer. We are ready to letgo!!

What essential oils do you prefer in a stressful situation? Frankincense is also on my list.

Transitioning from Crib to Bed

I’ve been told there is no set time to transition my toddler from a baby crib to a regular bed, but let me just tell you… This is an area I didn’t know I had preconceived ideas about, until I did.

Since before #MyBoy turned two, I felt the need to get him out of his crib. This urge to get him into a big boy bed just creeped in and wouldn’t leave. It was probably me worrying about what other people thought more than anything, but I’ll tell you this… you can’t make parenting choices based on other people’s opinions. So, I chose to look for a few signs before transitioning #MyBoy from his crib to a bed, and I feel comfortable with the timing and results.

1. Is he climbing out of his bed? I knew once this happened, we had safety concerns on our hands.
2. Does he get out of bed at naps or bedtime? Once he started showing signs that he was becoming more confident climbing and getting in & out of the crib was approaching, I tested his obedience. Test him in a regular bed (at home or away) during bedtime (naps too). Does he stay in bed without testing authority or does he get up and down, drawing out the bedtime process? I tested this theory during a 3-night weekend away. We were lucky because #MyBoy stayed in the bed when I laid him down for naps and bedtime.
3. Does he get excited when you talk about a big boy bed? If he gets excited when you mention a big boy bed, he may be ready.

As I waited for the safety need to arrive, I enjoyed the phase of having an immobile toddler. In other words, he wasn’t getting out of bed after naps or first thing in the morning without my knowledge. If you’re living it, enjoy it, right?  However, my intuition slowly informed me that it was time for the transition. I confirmed his readiness by testing the three areas mentioned and BOOM! We successfully transitioned him this past weekend.

We live in a 2-bedroom space, but we have extra space in a small 10x8 room. I used the small room as his baby room to designate our 2^nd room as a guest space. Since it was time to transition and we already had a king size bedroom suite in our guest room, we transitioned him straight to a new room at the same time. I am happy to report that this has been a parent win! He is sleeping great in his new space and his old space is the perfect playroom, housing a lot of the toys that use to take up extra living room space.

Now, let me acknowledge that my theory may not work for your 2.5 year old. Ages for making this transition vary from home to home, family to family. There is not always an easy answer. While I was trying to make the best decisions for our family, I read the different blogs & baby-site articles. You may find your answers elsewhere. For instance, CaféMom.com gives 5 signs your toddler is ready for his own bed, and BabySleepSite.com says the average age for making the switch from crib to bed is between 3 and 4 years. Regardless of where or who you get your encouragement, trust your gut. A parent’s intuition will guide you through those choices that don’t need to be perfect. So give yourself a little grace, time to be sad when the time comes to move your toddler from a crib to a big boy bed because it is sad, and then move on. Enjoy the win and the next stage.

Tell me how you knew your child was ready for this transition. 

My One Word 2017

As I reflect on the blessings of 2016, I realize that I don't remember planning the year. What happened, happened. Things fell into place in many areas, but other than a little monthly planning, I didn't really make plans for 2016. Therefore, I didn't have a lot of movement. I think it was a great year of reflection, so I am not looking at 2016 as a year of failure, by any means. However, I intend for 2017 to be a year of intention. I will be intentional and consistent in my planning.

This year, I'm starting off with a little reflection but even more ambitions. Planning sessions, writing, dreaming... alone and as a family. Throughout, I've been searching for a word to hit me and stand out as my one word for 2017. Today, it did.

Change. Make a change! Be the one to change! Experience Change! Embrace Change! Help people change! Change people's lives! ...recognize when change needs to be made!

Are you ready to be intentional in 2017? Pick one word with me, and let's carry our words thru 12 months of planning and see how this year differs from the last.

Reflect and aspire, then come back and share your one word with me in the comments below, and let's talk about making 2017 great!

What's Your Season?

Seasons of Life!  We have many and my current season is parenting. Like anyone else, I don't want to do it alone. I'm not talking about needing a husband to help. I've got one of those, and he's good at doing it with me. I mean, the need or desire to surround myself with other moms who understand the ups & downs of this season.

I've been blessed with friends. Don't think that I'm having a pity party for someone to come befriend me. I'm blessed with great friends. However, my best friends & I have each written our own, different stories. We've done our seasons in a different order than each other, not to mention, none of us live within 20 minutes of each other.

So, I'm talking about needing a local circle of people to mommy with. I'm not the first with this need, so go ahead and stop making that face. I just might be one of the few to say it out loud!! What am I gonna do about it though?

I'm going to be intentional, that's what! I'm intentionally being friendlier, putting myself out there, seeking opportunities to make friends with other moms in the same season of life as I.

It's funny. Until #MyBoy was almost two, I didn't realize this need would come. We lived in our own little world as best friends. We did everything together. We slept at the same time, ate together, and even played together.  Then, he needed friends. He wanted to interact with people his own age, and time with mommy wasn't as sufficient.  Now, I probably did have a little pity party about that for a hot minute, but once I understood and got use to the idea of helping him make new friends, I realized this was gonna benefit me too. I'd get a new friend or two out of the deal, if I'm lucky.

Last month, I visited MOPS of Newnan. Guess what? I love it. This Friday, I'll be joining. I'll be a member of Mothers of Pre-Schoolers, a room full of lovely ladies who are in the same season of life as me. I'm excited, but it doesn't mean that I won't have any work ahead of me.

As a matter of fact, we had a great speaker at our last meeting. Melanie Dale. She's the author of "Women Are Scary: The Totally Awkward Adventure of Finding Mom Friends". Now, I'm laughing my way through this well-written, funny dialog of what the next year of my life is probably going to look like. She describes meeting new mom friends as a dating scene, having to go through all four bases again. Of course, these bases are different than when I was dating to find a husband, but they are non-the-less bases that you go through when meeting new friends.

Again, I'm blessed to already have fourth-base-friends, but I'm looking forward to going through these bases with new mom friends who will share parenthood with me in this season of my life. If you have a funny story about mom-dating, I'd love to hear it. If you want to start a dialog about your current season of life, get the conversation started. Share with me by commenting below.

If you want to get your hands on Melanie's book, find her on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram. Actually, I'm sure she will be glad for you to become the proud owner of either one of her books by purchasing them from Unexpected.org. That's right! I did buy both of her books, so when I wrap up her first, I'll dive in to book #2, "It's Not Fair: Learning to Love the Life You Didn't Choose".

Surviving Disappointment

Disappointment comes in all shapes and sizes, but how do we manage the emotional roller coaster?

Sometimes it takes time to work through personal disappointment before one can be ready to share the experience. I am here on this topic today because I have had enough time to process my own disappointment. My family has experienced a loss, and it's been difficult working through the emotions that come with it. What have we lost? A baby. We had a miscarriage.

We want to grow our family, and after the first, long experience of trying to conceive, we were pleasantly surprised that it only took 3 months to conceive this child. I am aware of miscarriage statistics for the first trimester, so I was super hesitant to share the news of this pregnancy without confirming a heartbeat.

In week 7, I started bleeding which led me to believe maybe we were going to lose the baby, but I didn't panic knowing that some women do this throughout their pregnancies. I got in with the doctor by week 8, and we were able to confirm the pregnancy through a urine test and ultra sound. The doctor said we had a "strong heartbeat". Blood work for thyroid and progesterone levels was next to assure I was taking care of myself. I was sent home with instructions to take it easy, but I was confident this baby was okay, after hearing and seeing such a strong heartbeat.

Within 24 hours, I received a call from my nurse saying that I had low progesterone levels and needed to pick up and start a prescription right away. Of course. I felt great, never had any severe cramping or other symptoms of miscarriage, and within a week of starting this prescription, I stopped bleeding. I was so thankful and excited about my next appointment.

In week 10, I went back to the doctor. (Might I add, I took #MyBoy. I told him we were going to see our baby on the TV!)  As soon as the doctor started the ultra sound, I started to panic and with a gasp said, "I don't see anything." He replied, "I don't either."

Immediately, I felt loss, sadness, disappointment, and I felt guilt for having my son with me to witness the emotions that followed. "How could I have missed this?" "How could this happen without me knowing?"

They put me in a private room where I was given time to collect my emotions. The doctor then came in to explain why miscarriages happen and tried to reassure me that this wasn't my fault. He answered other questions that I had, and closed with the fact that we could try again after having one full cycle.

The days that followed were hard and super sad. My husband was out of town for work. Until he was able to put his arms around me, I was not truly able to start healing. I guess I needed to share the loss with him first. I'm thankful my family was nearby and sensitive to my needs, surrounding me with space, childcare, support, but mostly love.  Within a few weeks, I had some previously scheduled time with some of my closest girlfriends too. Wow! God knows our needs!

Some might think that I've recovered quickly. Does that mean I am not sad enough? Does that mean I don't feel a loss, or that I have used a few coping methods that helped me sort through the emotions quickly? Let me clarify. I don't think I'll ever recover from this loss. I'll never forget, but here is what I can tell you has been helpful for me to sort through the emotions and keep my positive outlook.

Prayer. Often, we want to ask God "why?" Never, in the past, has this given me the answers I was needing, so I have learned to trust Him; to trust His purpose & plan, even when I don't know it nor understand it. I continue to pray that God gives me the will to take care of my family, understanding that His reasons are the best for my earthly family, and strength to smile and provide a happy environment for #MyBoy. He has blessed me with one child who depends on me, and needs me to love him, care for him, and teach him how to survive in this world in which we live... and it comes with sadness and sorrow. I pray that I navigate it gracefully.

Writing. I have always used a journal for my thoughts, but if you're reading this, you see that I'm starting to share my thoughts with the world through blogging too. It's therapeutic to discover your feelings are shared by others and you're not a lone in this world. When you first experience that your story positively affects someone else, it feels right... then you keep doing it!

I thought about keeping this experience to myself, or waiting until we possibly conceive again. None of that felt authentic to myself. If others can add words that will help console my emotions, I need them. If my share helps others through their own loss, I want them to have my support. Last, I did not want to share this after successfully conceiving again because I didn't want to take away from the rawness of these emotions and my experience.

Essential Oils. I immediately looked up which oils to use after the loss of a loved one. Forgiveness and Ylang Ylang were listed, so I diffused them for 2-3 days straight. No Doubt, I believe they helped me sort through the sadness and roller coaster of emotions that immediately followed the news of our miscarriage.

My family later informed me of the moment they knew I would be okay. It was about a week and a half after I received the news. Of course, we all need time to process, to cope, but I am not sure I would be ready to share this story, if I had not gone through this process of surviving disappointment.

If you have experienced disappointment and need me to remember you in my prayers or want to share the coping methods that helped you process disappointment, please share in the comments below.

XOXO,
TT

Mommy Transition

Photo Credit to PregnancyandBaby.com

This will probably be a short and sweet little post, but I can't help to write about the current transition I am in and ask if any of you other mommy's felt the same way when you were in this stage?

I have a 17 month old, amazing little boy. I have new baby fever - I really want #2. I really love motherhood. Yet, I'm in the stage of finding myself after baby, so I need time to do things that make me feel accomplished; such as, writing & other things I love and interaction with other adults.

I feel guilty when I consider leaving #MyBoy in the care of someone else to fit some of these things into my life, but I cannot chase him around and do these things too.  So, how did you find a balance between full-time mommy and finding time for self or is it just not my turn yet?

Please comment below to start the discussion.