Wisdom, Extracted is such a clever title! I loved reading this piece. You weave your backstory of being drunk in college with their euphoric anesthesia stupor so well. The shock of seeing your kids in pain with the joy of bonding. Hugs 💕
I loved this. My children when they were young fought and argued and wanted each other dead. Literally.
Today, now that they are finally grown, they love each other and some of my best times are spent sitting around together and talking. I love that even though they were not always close, that today they are all three there for each other and love one another. It took a long time to get here. It was worth the struggles
Miiiiiiz Abbey!! (*in my MOOOOOOOM! voice*) I’m overwhelmed again!! SO MUCH FEELINGS…and yes, dammit, I want you to rename aaaaall the things. Periodt.
Yeesh that was a bold suggestion to have both done at the same time. But after reading about the experience, I was glad it was over and glad it left the best memories. Sort of reminded me of when we evacuated for Hurricane Gustav for some reason. You’re a good mommy🥰
Yes!! This brought my own experience having both kids "done" at the same time rushing back to me. It was real life whac-a-mole with one popping out of bed every time I went to take care of the other's something or other. It was a nightmare day that had me questioning all life choices. You may have inspired me to write about it too...
“These fucking bones back there that we don’t even need still show up and then we have to have someone cut our mouths open to dig them out because our teeth don’t need to be food processors anymore. Teeth are dumb and they’ve hurt my kid and I want to speak to the manager.”
This is not a funny situation but damn girl, the way you share it has me both laughing and wanting to cry at the same time 😭🙏🏽💙
Job well done dearest Abbey. Becoming a mother, no maps, no guidebook, only our hearts and off the charts intuition often winging it as we go. Perhaps those are the wings our children catch, sprout and grow.
I truly believe you could be teaching some parenting classes. Or at the very least keep writing first hand as you are what you are noticing, what is 'working' what is not... This is hard won knowledge you have earned with no parental template to learn from. Creating what you longed for as a child, and all three of you turning your faces towards that sunlight, and growing it now.
I agree, your title is brilliant as are YOU. Loving care dear one. As one of your 'adopted' mommas I couldn't be more proud of you. You are crushing it, Abbey. Rest in that whenever you may 'doubt' which we all do from time to time. Big Love.❤️🔥💫
Wisdom, Extracted is such a clever title! I loved reading this piece. You weave your backstory of being drunk in college with their euphoric anesthesia stupor so well. The shock of seeing your kids in pain with the joy of bonding. Hugs 💕
I loved this. My children when they were young fought and argued and wanted each other dead. Literally.
Today, now that they are finally grown, they love each other and some of my best times are spent sitting around together and talking. I love that even though they were not always close, that today they are all three there for each other and love one another. It took a long time to get here. It was worth the struggles
good stuff abbey
Good writing, Abbey! I'm sure you are a fantastic Mom.
P.S. I think we share a knack for efficiency and preparation..
I especially love the 4th rule of Mom club! 💕
Miiiiiiz Abbey!! (*in my MOOOOOOOM! voice*) I’m overwhelmed again!! SO MUCH FEELINGS…and yes, dammit, I want you to rename aaaaall the things. Periodt.
Yeesh that was a bold suggestion to have both done at the same time. But after reading about the experience, I was glad it was over and glad it left the best memories. Sort of reminded me of when we evacuated for Hurricane Gustav for some reason. You’re a good mommy🥰
Yes!! This brought my own experience having both kids "done" at the same time rushing back to me. It was real life whac-a-mole with one popping out of bed every time I went to take care of the other's something or other. It was a nightmare day that had me questioning all life choices. You may have inspired me to write about it too...
“These fucking bones back there that we don’t even need still show up and then we have to have someone cut our mouths open to dig them out because our teeth don’t need to be food processors anymore. Teeth are dumb and they’ve hurt my kid and I want to speak to the manager.”
This is not a funny situation but damn girl, the way you share it has me both laughing and wanting to cry at the same time 😭🙏🏽💙
Job well done dearest Abbey. Becoming a mother, no maps, no guidebook, only our hearts and off the charts intuition often winging it as we go. Perhaps those are the wings our children catch, sprout and grow.
I truly believe you could be teaching some parenting classes. Or at the very least keep writing first hand as you are what you are noticing, what is 'working' what is not... This is hard won knowledge you have earned with no parental template to learn from. Creating what you longed for as a child, and all three of you turning your faces towards that sunlight, and growing it now.
I agree, your title is brilliant as are YOU. Loving care dear one. As one of your 'adopted' mommas I couldn't be more proud of you. You are crushing it, Abbey. Rest in that whenever you may 'doubt' which we all do from time to time. Big Love.❤️🔥💫