|Sophia and I.. having our holiday family photos taken 🙂|
Not in the sense that we didn’t have our basic needs met or we were plagued with a scary health crisis or any “real” physical suffering kind of hard, but I don’t want to discount what my life was years ago. Because at the time, it was really, really hard. I also couldn’t have known the future that was in store for me. I mean, in all honesty, there were many days that I couldn’t see past the stress, the loneliness, the guilt… oh my gosh the guilt. I experienced many highs as a young mom (Sophia’s first steps! Her first words! Her crazy little bedhead and huge smiles in the mornings! Her leg rolls, arm rolls, belly rolls! The unconditional LOVE and pure heart bursting indescribable JOY she brought me.) And then the big lows- the anxieties, the anger (I was angry about many things, folks) the lawyers, the court battles over parenting schedules, her first night away from me when she was just a year old, saying goodbye and that I’ll see you in “two more sleeps,” and all of those other “things” that I’ll carry with me for the rest of my life. The human emotional grief process is a very real thing, friends. Sophia was born into a “broken” family that I so desperately did not want for her and I spent LOTS of time grieving over things that I had no longer had control of and couldn’t be “fixed.” If guilt were a flesh eating disease.. I would have been eaten alive a long time ago!!
– Christmas at the Galt House
– Christmas movies
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