Death of a Dream
I think we all had dreams of what motherhood would look like before we were in the trenches. I pictured myself in a cute apron with the kids gathered around the bar as we made cookies together. My dream looked something like this:
I think we all had dreams of what motherhood would look like before we were in the trenches. I pictured myself in a cute apron with the kids gathered around the bar as we made cookies together. My dream looked something like this:
Today is the 1 year anniversary of Raising Lemons! March 15, 2011 was an exciting day and the culmination of weeks of work and thought. My biggest dilemma was what to name the blog. I had more than enough ideas and was just unsure which one to go with. The biggest forerunner was “Must Be Hell”.
I wrote a post last month about Words and Water. In that post I told you that Elle just started a science fair project based on the hypothesis that the words we use affect us greatly. Elle and her friend, Maya, worked hard to pull together their project. And I am happy to report that they took third place for their grade on their project.
Several years ago my neighbor and I had an awkward conversation. I was asked to do a job at church that she had just had. When thinking about who would replace her she said to me, “I didn’t want it to be you. Anybody but you.” And then she told me that her husband made her feel better by telling her, “Tiffany has all that family support that is why she can do so much. She has her mom.”
Every time I clean up our Mr. Potato Head toys I am reminded of the principle of “First Things First”. See we have 3 Mr. Potato Heads plus attachments and they are in a small bin right now. In order to fit our Mr. Potato Head toys into the bin, I have to put the large Potato Heads in first, and then add all the small parts and pieces.
I called God a bad name the other night…as I was praying to him. We were all getting worried because Leah’s fever was up to 103 degrees and the baby wasn’t moving down and his heart rate was too high for our liking. My mom turned to me with a very worried look and said, “Start praying.”