Wonder Mom
I have a confession, I wanted to be Wonder Woman growing up. It’s true, I had the costume (ok so it was actually just Underoos) but I would spin around in circles until I got dizzy then run off to conquer the world! (Yes, in my underwear).
I’m not Wonder Woman (and sadly for Craig I don’t have the costume), I am just a mom of three adults who I am sure don’t see me as a hero and that’s okay because most days I’m not. There was one day though, almost 20 years ago when I was a hero in the eyes of my children.
I Was on a Break
Ten simple words strung together to hit me exactly where I needed to be hit. I sat on that email for a few hours before responding. I was ashamed and felt frustrated with myself in my lack of dedication to something I love. Finally, I responded and gave all the excuses, yet as I was typing I could hear my own negative thoughts. ‘You haven’t been writing because you’re lazy, you’re not dedicated, you’re not good enough.’ Why are we so cruel to ourselves?