Until I could admit that I had been wrong, living a lie and allowing it to affect my own daughter, I couldn't get anywhere in life. Not spiritually, anyway.
In this Guest Post Nicole opens up about faith in the face of 'failure' and letting a loved one go, knowing the Lord is with them even if they chose not to see Him, among other things.
These were harsh words, but they made me think twice about the choice I was about to make. If everything fell apart could I (at the very least) look back and say that I went into the lion's den with my my eyes wide open, my thoughts clear and steady, knowing the risk I was taking?
I figure the best thing to do is to jump right into it. Ditching a screen for my pen. In this case, more accurately, my security. I learned one thing very clearly from addiction; Never underestimate your old comforts.
I don't have the memories of my mother struggling. I want my girls to remember the insanity. The chaotic collection of all that we encountered together as a busy, sporadic family.
Showing them how to be responsible for their surroundings and teaching them how to be responsible for their actions.
"When I found out I was pregnant with our third baby, I prayed and prayed every single day that it was a girl."
All my life, as long as I can remember, my mother was 'the bad guy.'
A Poem For My Babies
I don't want to leave any of you with the feeling that daycare needs to be avoided like the plague, nor do I personally take this potion. All of the signs were there in my case, for others that may or may not be the same, but either way there are very amazing child care services out there.