I’m a rookie sketchy mom. It’s a real disease and I suffer from it. School days away from me and losing teeth and new neighborhood friends is making me feel like I can’t breathe. I’m having a really hard time letting them go. My oldest baby started kindergarten and I feel like it’s the beginning of all of them getting older and needing me less. I feel stuck. Stuck between this place of complaining about how absolutely crazy it is to chase them around all day and then completely freaking out about them getting bigger and more independent. This parenting business is hard. I asked Abram if we could just bag him going to kindergarten and instead I’d ask God if he could shrink him back down into a baby. He just gave me his 6-year-old heart melting smile and said. “mommy, that won’t work. I want to get big like Daddy.”
And so now I’m a mom of a kindergartner. I’m at the beginning of this weird transition in life where I really need to press in and lean on my faith in God to take care of my babies. Because this sketchy mom thing is exhausting.













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