It feels impossible these days to start a piece of writing or speech without first acknowledging the current global situation in fearful, tearful, or apocalyptic terms. As a teacher, coach, and therapist who has worked with children and families for nearly 30 years, my heart goes out to the homes, children, and families of Ukraine,Continue reading “Joy and Presence are the Medicine by Becky Flowers”
For so long Step Moms have been portrayed as evil, or home wrecking, or just no good. Step Mom Strong wants to change that narrative and show that while every situation is unique, we’re not necessarily these evil, home wrecking, women. We’re women, moms, who have chosen to take on this role, not to replace, but to add to this child or these children’s lives.
This pandemic has amplified our fears but it also has redefined our strength and endurance. We are shields; fierce protectors and our body’s vessels of asylum. We are warriors fighting the good fight; we are Mothers.
I want my pieces to be relatable. I want them to say -”that with any loss, you will always have a piece of your heart missing”. This piece embodies a curved heart and at the corner a small piece is carved out within that heart. The mother of pearl represents motherhood. Leaving me and anyone who’s lost someone – to learn to live with a piece of your heart missing.
Nothing is worse than watching your own child play back to you all of your unfavorable character traits. It was then that I finally understood that you must first recognize the pain within you; so you can then heal it.
For some reason we have been conditioned to believe that if we take a break we are lazy or that this avalanche of work will engulf our entire lives. No. Plan for it. Plan for those breaks if you need to. Your mind, body and soul will thank you.
I know that I owe the success of my second pregnancy to my advocating for
myself and doing what was best for my body and baby. This experience made it clear that
women need help and guidance in advocating for their own, and their babies’, needs.
I had no time to remember who I was, and I certainly didn’t have the energy to find myself. I knew that I had to stop this cycle of self-abuse and neglect. I owed it to my daughter, but most importantly, I owed it to myself.