You are not a stereotype.
You are a woman. A mother. A nurturer. A wife.
You are a teacher. An advocate. A fighter. A friend.
You are a thinker. A reader. A writer. A light.
You are not a formula.
You are unique and unrepeatable, a woman fearfully and wonderfully made.
Every part of you is perfect; you don’t need fixing or controlling.
Your soul is a shelter where other souls may unfold.
Of course you worry. Am I doing this right? Don’t I need my own space? Maybe I’m not enough for my kids?
What will I do about socialization? How will we handle services? What about academic challenges I can’t possibly give at home?
Stop. You know what’s best for your children.
You aren’t home all day. You don’t isolate them. You meet them where they are, adjusting your approach to meet their needs.
It’s exhausting. It’s dizzying. It’s perfect.
You know it’s exactly how it should be.
You have a poppy, but you aren’t looking for accolades, approval, amazement, or awe.
You’re looking for community. You’re seeking connection. You’re searching for a shoulder to cry on.
You aren’t bragging when you say your child is gifted.
You’re parenting the best way you know how.
I’m a Catholic.
I’m the daughter of two Southern transplants with a Carolina soul.
I love the beach. I have a weakness for ice cream. I choose time with my family over concerts and events.
I write about the true, the good, and the beautiful, breaking down stereotypes one blog post at a time.