Cling to Hope in the Darkness of Uncertainty

I had to cling to hope that somehow, things would be resolved. “It hurts so bad, Mom. Help me.” I can still hear my son’s desperate cries of agony echoing in my mind. After several emergency room visits, appointments with various specialists, and lots of tests, we had no answers for the cause of his physical pain. 

Anxious Mama, Take Your Power Back

Here she is again—the anxious mama in me. Overwhelmed. Defeated. Tense. Weary.

I know my kids feel my angst and anxiety. They can see it in my face, my tired eyes, and in the tone of my voice. They see it by the way I move around. It’s in the air of our home. 

“Stop it. Don’t do that.”

“Ugh, another spill? Come on.”

“Now what’s the matter?” 

“Leave your brother alone.”