recovering motherhood

Recovery. Family. Faith.

Baby Liora was about 1.5 weeks old. I threw out the rest of those tiny bottles of formula. I didn’t want them tempting me and taunting me as I tried to nurse my baby. I began to feel as if I was never wearing a shirt. I was always topless and putting her to the …

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*Warning: I do post a single picture of my baby at my chest and my breast is visible* When I think about my second born child, another little baby girl, something that comes to mind immediately is our closeness. I am close to all my children, but I think of our closeness as something solid …

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Noemi Her hair is lighter than it used to be I marvel at her long slender legs That were once short with baby fat Those big eyes are still big and beautiful And right now they are wild with wonder And joy; A stunning ebony butterfly, with pearl white spots And a splash of powder …

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Through Muddy Waters There is a reservoir inside of me Quietly streaming Until words break forth and The waters come rushing over me. There is a secret a child is holding So closely to her heart That even now, it’s terrible truth is hidden; Even from herself What is that heavy burden you carry, child? …

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Our Creator calls us to a life that is not always comfortable. It can be risky. It requires relinquishing a certain amount of control and doing what you know is right instead of what feels safe. You could lose friends. You could cause family members to question your decisions, responsibility, and even your sanity. Because …

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