Sunday was a long day. Sitting in the pew at church with 5 children has become increasingly difficult the last couple of weeks. My baby doesn't understand what it means to whisper, big kids kicking one another assuming I can't see, a toddler crying over a purple crayon that is missing from the bag- my eyes slowly filling with tears of frustration. For some reason while I was sitting in that pew this Sunday my mind went back to this e-book. I remembered how I still wanted to read it. It was waiting for me in my inbox + I imagined there would be words of wisdom within it's pages. Words that would teach me something that I could apply to this. The stage of loud children, crying fits and teary eyes.
Last night after the cozy brick house was quiet, I snuggled up in my bed with Ryan's iPad and read every essay inside Stories I've Only Told My Mom. Some of my favorite bloggers shared such intimate moments I found myself tearing up again. Feeling so grateful for this motherhood experience. For the lessons learned and the perspective gained. Heather Spohr's essay alone is worth the $4.99 price. It's a touching account of losing a child and I wept through most of it.
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