recovering motherhood

Recovery. Family. Faith.

This weekend is a time when families across the world gather together to celebrate Passover, Good Friday, and Easter. As a “gentile” Torah observant Christian (that’s a mouthful!), I have been learning how to observe the Passover according to the Bible and teach it to my children. I relate the story in Exodus to the …

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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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I am stronger than you think I am I refuse to allow myself to be abused during labor again I am healthy My baby is healthy Pregnancy is NOT a disease or illness Birth is a normal physiological process, not a medical emergency I am prepared for the worst, but will not expect the worst …

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One of the best decisions I have made after deciding to homeschool our children was to join a local Facebook homeschooling group. We have already had so much fun doing outdoor activities with other families, and really look forward to more cooperative learning. Last week the husband and I took the girls to a near …

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After I abruptly weaned Liora, my 13-month old daughter, my pregnancy continued normally. It took a month before Liora finally seemed to give up on asking me to nurse. I felt heartbroken over ending our nursing relationship long before she was ready, but I comforted myself with the knowledge that we had 13 beautiful months. …

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Millennials, roughly defined as those born between year 1980-2000, have been described as the “me generation”. I was born in 1988, so I fall squarely within the millennial range, yet I have chosen something that many women in my cohort are eschewing; young marriage and motherhood. Now if I had been born during my grandmothers’ …

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Baby Liora and I settled into a nursing routine. I knew when she would want to nurse, and she knew exactly how to nurse. My breast was her comfort, her nourishment, her contentment. She would rest her chubby baby hand above my breast and fall asleep dreamily. Often times I would hold her there after …

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