We'd be lying if we said everything was peachy. But wouldn't we all?! It's been on our hearts lately to be more vulnerable with our kids; not insecurity or weakness but being real and authentic. Letting them see how both crazy and beautiful this life is. And how hard you really have to work but how it's all so worth it at the end of the day. And how to feel and listen and everything in between. Oh how nice it would be to have deep and real conversations with one another as moms to learn and swap stories. Play dates are usually a hot commodity of coffee in one hand, watching kids run wild while explaining how long it took us to even get out of the house, praying our child isn't the ones causing a scene and trying to share bits of our life in broken sentences all the while. The thought of having adult coffee chats every morning is a dream but let's face it, the everyday routine and formalities keep the crazy crazy. So if nothing else, may a few moments of our social media scrolls be uplifting, encouraging and a sweet pat on the back as we carry on! Rest easy #mama...
These days may be far from peachy but it'd be boring any other way! 🍉
Semua doa yg terbaik selalu buatmu papa Vikri sayang.....
Selamat ulang tahun....
❝ es suficiente entrelazar palabras,
sucesión de letras que sin acción
no dicen nada,
y que con acción no son necesarias.
Porque no es suficiente
si repito lo de siempre,
porque deseo que te bañe
una lluvia de alegría,
Porque todavía me harían falta más palabras,
que con lo que significas quedarían eclipsadas,
y quedaría otra vez como al inicio,
porque no es suficiente, como escribí al principio.
No son suficientes estos versos que ahora escribo,
se quedan cortos comparados con quien describo,
porque nada es suficiente para poder expresar
lo que significas en mi vida, amada Mamá.❞
Operation CRAZY MOM in full swing! Stella slowly started getting sick today with her first ever full-blown baby cold. She was doing pretty well up until about an hour before bed where she started to hold her breath in frustration of trying to breathe through her nose. The crazy mom that I am, I panicked, sent Sammy rushing off to go buy a monitor that tracks her breathing patterns so that we can both watch and listen ALL. NIGHT. LONG. >> Tell me you'd do the same, make me a crazy person with a posse.