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This is your formal invitation to the new home of The Little Mumma!
The new address is:
There is still some tinkering to be done. And there are some formatting issues with older posts that I will get to. But mostly everything that is here is now over there, too. This site will still remain but I will no longer be posting here.
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I love my readers!
Happy Thursday eve to you all – or whatever day and time it is where you are.
I was hoping to tell you all to hitch a ride with me over to my new home. But things have transpired (boring, formatty, interwebby things) that mean that’s not possible tonight. By tomorrow, I hope I can give you the formal invite. Not a lot has changed about the blog, just where it ‘lives’ now. But things will change. Change and improve and grow. So I’m excited.
Tomorrow, we’ll go. Okay?
I’m in a strange mood tonight. I have heard some news about the child of a dear friend. Some news that was unexpected. Unsettling news. Upsetting.
So I am left feeling shaken. And I am reminded of what a blessing my two boys are. Of how I would move heaven and earth to ensure that they have everything they need in order to go out into the world and become young men. Even now, with each passing day, they get further and further away from needing me.
But sometimes, our children need us more than we ever anticipated. And it’s harder than we could ever dream. And we wonder why it is that this precious child should have been given a road ahead that is not as easy as the road that others are walking. And we wonder if we are up to the task of leading them on that rocky journey.
Here’s what I know. We ARE up to the task. Because God never gives us more than we can handle. It’s just that sometimes, we might wish that God didn’t have so much damn faith in us.
So tonight, I am thinking of my dear friend. I am thinking about what lies ahead for her and for her youngest child. I am looking ahead to the future with her. I can see what she sees – a rockier path than first imagined. But I also see, as I know she does, too, the promise of the future. With knowledge comes power. And I know that she will arm herself with every available piece of information so that there is no stronger force. She will be the suspension cushioning the impact of her little one’s journey.
Once again, thank you for coming along on this ride with me.
Yesterday was possibly the very worst day I have ever had in Mumma-land.
And it wasn’t that the kids were especially difficult – although Zee is teething and LD is a three and half year old demon.
It was me. I fucked up. At every turn, I made the worst possible choice. It was an epic fail.
Yesterday, I was NOT a good mother.
And the killer was that within moments of me ceasing my screaming and ranting, both my children were so willing to crawl into my lap, to cuddle me, to laugh with me.
Kids are resilient? You can’t even imagine how true that is. How scarily true. You can get away with shit that a normal person would NEVER forgive you for.
But even if my kids have instantly forgiven and forgotten, just what am I etching into their little souls when I fail to be the mother they deserve? What will it mean, long-term?
I don’t beat my children, abuse drugs or alcohol in front of them, neglect them or leave them to cry. But there are choices I have made that I would never have thought I would make.
So, it was a bad day.
That evening, my babies tucked up in their beds, I was tooling around with the blog.
I chose to read two blogs that I had never read before. Two blogs that I had noticed many times but never gotten around to reading.
Anyone who thinks the universe doesn’t provide, that the universe doesn’t send messages, just isn’t listening hard enough.
It’s actually spooky how prescient these posts were.
And how reading them meant that today was one of the best days I have ever had in Mumma-land.
Check them out below.
And have a great weekend.