motherhood
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A Frenzy of Garden & Pancake Pie (life these days)
The garden feels about to burst. And as I hold my 1-year-old daughter and walk on the raised stones to our home sweet home I hope I always remember the sweet feeling of— Ben coming home, the days getting longer, surprise coffee waiting in the fridge, floral postage stamps, and all of us in the… Continue reading
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Can I Trust God with My Happiness?
I don’t know how to trust God with my joy. That’s been the disjointed song of my heart for the past several years. When I saw those two pink lines for the first time, I just laughed on the bathroom floor. And I loved how God was with me in it. Following that initial burst… Continue reading
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Nursery Rhymes for Mothers & Sons
Before the chaos of those last 15-20 minutes before dinner, he’s wearing a doctor hat and checking my temperature or heartbeat. It’s pretty interchangeable at this point in his medical career. He makes the heartbeat sound by clucking and asks if I’m okay. Mothers know we probably aren’t okay. Not with our whole hearts walking… Continue reading
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A Mother’s Reflection on Time
We pass through it now. Going to the chickens or the goats. Or the bright yellow shed. It’s the back entrance to our garden, a nod to time. Almost like the magic wardrobe in C.S. Lewis’s The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. We walk through always getting older and somehow staying put. Immersed in… Continue reading
Sierra V. Fedorko 