Wishing you the gift of peace!


When there’s no time for breakfast #mothersnotmartyrs

Every morning I have the best intentions of following the morning schedule and getting out of the house in time and drive my daughter to school. I’ve given up on the dance between my schedule and her anxiety and accept that on most days she will miss getting on the bus. I’ve also found peace with the fact that I won’t send her off to school with the fairy tale pancakes, eggs and fresh squeezed orange juice and that most days her breakfast is a pint of almond milk and a protein bar or a pack and a half of instant oatmeal in the back seat of the car as I sit in traffic on the way to her school. What I am proud of is finding the easiest and most eco-friendly way to serve her oatmeal. I repurpose the empty ice cream pints . I rinse them, poke a small hole or two in the top and reuse them as a container for the instant oatmeal, grits and scrambled eggs or other cereal we have handy. The pints work great because they’re insulated to keep the temperature.

Just thought I’d share.🀩 Necessity is the mother of invention. Please share below something that helps make your morning rush manageable.


Wishing you a reason to be grateful.

Grateful I don’t have to awaken to an alarm clock, pack lunches or rush anyone to school today. Grateful for my Aunt and cousin pouring love into pots and pans and for the abundance of laughter and hugs I have to look forward to later today. Giving thanks for all of my beloved friends and family today and always. ❀


Suffering is optional..


FB_IMG_1420297087362My daughter asked me a question last night that almost brought me to tears. “Mommy why does life have to be so hard for me and my brother?” I felt sadness, I felt guilt and a bit of regret but the only answer I could respond with was gratitude. Yes it has been a difficult few years but we have the comfort and love that many people don’t. Her question caused me to revisit my commitmentΒ to infuse more joy into our lives. So I purchased the movie they both really wanted to see even though it wasn’t my plan, popped some kernels, baked the pillsbury cinnamon rolls I was saving and we laughed out loud together. I can’t control the tough days but I can fill the other moments with great memories.Β πŸ’œ#loveistheanswer#therestoration

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Thanks for joining me!

Welcome to Blog “Mothers Not Martyrs”. I chose to call it Mothers Not Martyrs because I find that we are often using so much energy trying to be perfect moms, wives, sisters, aunts etc. and the effort to keep up the illusion can be exhausting and can literally make us sick. I hope in these posts you will find permission to take the heavy expectations off of yourself and feel free to just be the best Mother/Woman/Warrior you can and want to be!
I’m not an expert, and my children are not perfect but I’m willing to share my experience strength and hope and get the same from you all. I try to go live weekly in my Facebook Group of the same name, so please email me at mothersnotmartyrs@gmail.com if you’re interested in joining. The group is secret so that it remains a safe place where no one outside can see/hear our discussions. What you hear/see here, let it stay here and please no gossip or criticism; just love πŸ’–

Feel free to stop in often, subscribe and I will not be offended if you decide it’s not a good fit for you and you choose to leave. This space is for you to share, vent, cry, scream and most of all to feel like you’re not alone. Whatever you need to be a healthier, happier you. I hope you stay.

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. β€” Izaak Walton