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Monthly Archives: April 2015

Special Mamas 2015

I dreamed of making my writing public all the way back to 2003. But my writing remained private until I launched this blog in July 2012. If you were to peek at old journals and writings of mine between 2003 and 2012, you’d see lots of dreaming, lots of free writing, lots of brainstorming about a whole host of…

When All Else Fails…Blow Bubbles

When life is overwhelming… When you can’t get out of your funk…. When all you can think of is heavy, deep and real… When you’ve been disappointed… When your dreams have been dashed… When everyone seems happier and more peaceful than you… When you can’t remember the last time you laughed hard… When adults act…

Bearing the Weight of the World

Most of high school I weighed 126 pounds. Most of college I weighed 132 pounds. When we got married in June 1998, I was down to a new low of 126 pounds. (I lost 5 pounds the week of the wedding due to crazy busyness. That was, no doubt, a one-week low.) After college, but before babies, I weighed a steady 141 pounds….

When God Calls You Behind the Scenes

I hadn’t known grace. I hadn’t known surrender. I hadn’t known what it looks like and feels like to be okay with God’s approval and God’s approval only. That is, until the Dominican Republic. The most important day of the trip found me highly emotionally unstable. I was about to spend several hours with our Compassion sponsored sweetie,…

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I’ve Become The Woman I Silently Criticized

My mom worked full-time as a public school teacher from the second she earned her bachelor’s degree until the second she retired. Even now, in retirement, she still substitute teaches quite a bit. Growing up, never once did I hear my mom complain about her job. Never once did I hear my mom long for an alternate life where she…

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  • Alison Miller MurphyApril 15, 2015 - 12:06 pm

    I loved reading this. You write beautifully. Your words strike home with me. Thank you for sharing your honesty and encouraging others to be able to accept that sometimes, it just is what it is.ReplyCancel

  • Rachel ArntsonApril 15, 2015 - 2:49 am

    I think this is my favorite post you’ve ever written, and i love all of them. Great job, Amy. I love your insight.ReplyCancel

  • Valerie HubelApril 14, 2015 - 11:58 pm

    Love it so much! The balance is hard. I too am grateful, but need to be reminded of the precious time I have with my young ones right now.ReplyCancel

  • Gretchen Wendt O'DonnellApril 14, 2015 - 11:02 pm

    I’m smiling because the one time we’ve met in person I was a stay at home mom with a college degree and a masters degree! I’d say I told you so only I didn’t tell you so. But I will say this, we can never understand another’s life until we’re in it, can we? I, too, have judged others. I still do, though I try not to!ReplyCancel

  • Nicole Marie NewfieldApril 14, 2015 - 9:46 pm

    So well-written, Amy. Your degrees are never wasted. They are part of the experiences that have made you who you are. Embrace this phase, yes- I try too to just soak it all in, even though I too never feel like the balance is ever perfectly achieved.ReplyCancel

  • BeckyApril 14, 2015 - 8:22 pm

    This took so much courage to write! Many people reflect on this type of uncertainty/restlessness/whatever AFTER they have come out on the other side. You write about it when you are in the middle of it. That takes guts, and as another mom who has these same thoughts… THANK YOU for saying it all out loud.ReplyCancel

    • AmyApril 14, 2015 - 9:28 pm

      Becky, you are so welcome. I’m really glad the post resonated with you. After I published it, I was really worried for a while that I’d made a mistake, that I should have kept these thoughts to myself. But every time I have a post like this in me and it’s fairly well formed before I even begin writing, I’ve come to realize that I just need to get it out for others’ viewing. Part of me is reluctant to share, yes. But the content typically resonates with someone, sometimes many. So glad I chose to say it out loud.ReplyCancel