Grace, Love & Kindness + Life.

Kindness. This has been sitting on my heart since interacting with the rudest people out at the race track.  It's inspired so much within my heart to change the way I view others. I repeat, Kindness. It's my 2 nd most liked word in my vocabulary now. It costs, nothing. Not one single cent, to be kind. “Kindness is the language that the deaf can hear and the blind can see”. -Helen Keller. I mean, how amazing and true is that? People forget that kindness is free. We can change the world, one person at a time. So each day I will be doing something, from this day forward. It'll be written on a post it note in my bathroom where I go first thing, everyday. Seeing and reminding myself too, be kind. “No act of kindness, no matter how small is ever wasted.” Monday: Compliment someone. Verbally if you can help it. Tell them you love their shoes, their smile, the way they wear their hair. Their shirt, their car. Anything, j

Oh, be still my heart. I know I've made mistakes while I have been your momma. I know I'm not perfect. All I've ever wanted to do, is raise you to have a childhood that you wouldn't have to recover from. This morning I re-read a blog that was about a mom and her boys. So as it inspired my tears this morning it's inspired this blog post as well.  As my boys have gotten older, I keep coming to the realization that they won't always be there to hug good night. They won't always be there to scratch their backs before bed. They won't  have  to text me to ask me something. I'm not just raising boys, I'm raising men. Men who will one day be husband's. One day be fathers to their own children.  It's emotional, even though this is the way life is supposed to be. I love my sons so much, I can't even fathom that I won't be able to walk into that smelly room and tell them to get started on the weeks worth

A blended family. I'm talking, her kids, his kids, our kids... Nevertheless. A blended family. We come together, as a family of 6. Yes, you read right. He has 2, I have 2. We have 3 that still live at home. #BoyMom status. Being a step mom is hard. Being a step dad is hard. Being a parent raising kids, is hard. Choose your hard. I'm not an expert. I'm just a mom, and a step mom, who's married to someone who's a dad, and also a step dad. I have a little experience is all. Let me tell you how much experience I have... Please read me right when I write ::These are MY views, MY personal opinions, and MY very real life exposure to everything you are about to read. I say that disclaimer, because if you are person who is easily offended, stop reading now:: If you are still with me, lets go down the yellow brick road shall we? Divorce is messy. It is a sad ordeal that isn't designed by God, at all. But sometimes, it is unavoidable. L