Mother’s Day 2018; A Story of Survival

Mother’s day.
N and I are alone with the kids.
Carrying the weight of the world on our shoulders.
I’m fielding snack requests.
She’s at her shitty job.
No reprieve.
No break from this endless task of keeping everyone alive and happy…
The dishes. The laundry.
Sibling squabbles.
Exhaustion.
And this day will leave a scar on our hearts.

After the last year and seven months… Perhaps our hearts are made entirely of scar tissue?

I’ve been pretty silent about recent events, not yet ready to write the words to tell the story of what has most certainly been the most difficult period of my life. And I’ve lived through some shit.

2017 certainly knocked the wind out of us. We’re catching our breath, searching for some solid ground… and as soon as I can even begin to see the light, I’ll write the story of the worst year of my life.

But for now, I couldn’t let this Mother’s Day pass without acknowledging the privilege inherent in the holiday.

I couldn’t let this day go by without acknowledging the weight of it all… The hurt.
Without giving a solid shout out to all the other bad ass bitches out there making this shit work today.
With all the heart and a lil bit of hood we’re here showing up to this shit… Fighting the good fight, and loving our kiddos along the way.