Twelve years is such a long and short time all at once. Sometimes I feel like a different mom than that lonely one sitting in a rocking chair with a toddler on one side and a preschooler on the other side of her pregnant belly. That year and the two following were the hardest years of motherhood I have thus far experienced. They seem like a lifetime ago, yet it seems these two teenagers I have, invaded those little toddler and preschooler bodies overnight! There were days I would be told how fast they grow up and how much I should cherish those little people and it just made me so sad because I spent so much time dwelling on how much easier I hoped it would get when they were older. I hated that I was wishing that time away because I did love it all, even in its hardness. Because of this, I will never remind you how fast they grow up. You already know, just like I did. But hopefully, knowing someone with seven struggled like h-e-double hockey sticks with three will be just a little comforting to you today!
I am the mother of seven children ranging from teens to a toddler, living out in the middle of nowhere, USA. I aim to hone the craft of giving advice without pretending to have this whole mom thing figured out. I am Christian, but not the really nice kind that is good at it. I am also conservative, but I promise not to be in your face with political agendas very often. I like to infuse humor into my writing, so don't freak out if you are offended or appalled by what you read here. There is a very fine line between serious advice and sarcastic hyperbole.