motherhood
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The Rough Edges of Motherhood
“Mama! I hold you!” My 2-year-old’s squirmy body collides into mine. He’s my wild child. Rough and tough. Abrasive at times. All mess and climbing and destruction and just 100% pure BOY. He sleeps with firetrucks, airplanes, and his toy rifle. He head butts me and I sigh deeply. “MAMA! I hold YOU!” I hold Continue reading
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Winter Steals My Songs Away
I broke down the other night while rocking Wyatt and singing to him before bed. It’s a song I’ve sang a million times over the last decade or so, in different countries and different seasons of life. Maybe I don’t have the strength Maybe I don’t have the faith You brought me here in 40 Continue reading
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The Birth of Wyatt Everest
When I sit down to try to write about my son’s birth, it seems so clinical, like I am just reciting facts, something that happened so someone else. It’s a funny thing about having a baby. Most people want to know stats and numbers: how much did he weigh, how long he was, how long Continue reading
Brooke Gale LouvieR 