restore
I grew up with immense admiration for my great grandmother. Suzie was poised energy, accomplished and adored. When someone commented that they had never seen Suzie cry (even though I had secretly witnessed her shedding tears behind a partially closed door), I mimicked her battle plan as my battle cry. I pushed down hidden fears and tears for three decades.
the reminder of pearls
π π«πππ₯π₯π², Κα΄α΄ΚΚΚ π°ππ§πππ π‘ππ« ππ¨ π₯π’π€π π¦π. . . I was pretty sure that she had it πππ together and had life figured out. I took her πππ‘-π π-ππππ‘ππ¦ πππ£ππ advice and slowly started changing the core of who I was to fit βππ ideals; I thought thatβs what good girls do, you know? Our relationship was still fairly new and I watched her closely. She knew how to carry a room with her laughter, hadβ¦
retrospection
We came to a pandemic.
As an enneagram six, I pondered all the worst case scenarios and plotted statistics into my autoimmune survival plan. I stocked up, sheltered in, ready for the long haul.
how mama bear was born
ππππ π΅πππ π€ππ ππππ ππ π ππππ πβπ’ππ πππ¦ ππ π½πππ’πππ¦, wind chilling to the bone, a small babe held bundled and protected from weather as we gathered to bring him home. β£
β£This week, he is officially an adult-it all happened too fast.