Motherhood Musings
I thought I had it all figured out. How many kids we wanted, when we would have them, how we would parent, the type of stay-at-home mom I would be, what our home life would look like, the kinds of meals I would make, the types of real foods my kids would eat, how we would have a family night on the same night each week to bring some consistency to this hectic life we live. Ten years ago, I thought I knew. Spoiler alert: I didn’t. Nine years ago, I miscarried our first and second babies. They were gutting experiences; I was traumatized after the first, then I was numb and empty and bitter after the second. I knew then that our family wouldn’t look the way I had imagined. Seven years ago, we took a leap of faith and moved abroad to Birmingham, UK. We were changed forever by our experiences and by the people God placed in our path. I knew then that our ideals for our family, our home, and our community had changed. Six years ago, we moved back to Oklahoma amidst the death of Patrick’s...
