“But Victoria,” you say, “you haven’t written a Things I Learned In post since last August. Why now?” That’s a great question. I’m so glad you asked. While on maternity leave I’ve had lots of uninterrupted thinking time (read: my child nurses every two hours). Over the past few weeks I’ve thought a lot…
Read MoreReal quick, read this poem. Don’t take too long. Think quick. We do everything these days quick, real quick. Run to the store, real quick. Listen to a song, real quick. Throw dinner in the oven, real quick. O, and can I use your restroom, real quick? Which makes me wonder – can we do…
Read More“I ramble to figure out what I’m thinking.” It was a casually uttered thought, but I caught its significance as soon as the words left my mouth. My husband and I were enjoying a precious, quiet moment together (with a newborn in the house, these days quiet moments are precious) and talking about our personal goals. As usual,…
Read MoreThere is no respite from the bleak midwinter. Snow pounds and wind howls, as if stuck in a vortex. Polar air creeps it’s fingers down towards far more temperate climates. Almost as if it wanted to watch Southern bumpkins buy out aisles of milk, bread, and eggs for kicks. Everyone feels for the mailman, forced…
Read MoreYou might be familiar with Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs, which is a theory proposed by psychologist Abraham Maslow to describe the tiers of human motivation. He suggested that humans needed basic physiological needs met first, freeing us to meet our needs for safety and security, love and belonging, self-esteem, and self-actualization. These days I’m lucky…
Read MoreOur wedding wasn’t the best day of my life. It just wasn’t. It was a happy day, but it wasn’t the best day. But please, don’t misunderstand me! I’m thrilled to be married to my husband. I love him so dearly! It’s just that the day we said “I do” wasn’t the best day of…
Read MoreMy daughter is one month old. During the first four weeks of her life, I’ve become well acquainted with a new operating procedure known as ‘Mommy Mode’. In other words, the inability to go more than sixty seconds without worrying over her welfare. Like clockwork Mommy Mode sends me into a barrage of diagnostic questions…
Read MoreThe first draft I wrote of a poem in the throes of those early days with a new baby. Newborn Mother Breasts sag from the weight of mother’s milk, which came in full force. And just as forcefully are left sagging again. Ornaments turned vessels. Stomach droops, no longer held taunt by precious cargo –…
Read MoreMy daughter is needy. She needs someone to feed her, clothe her, clean her, and soothe her. But the most significant need my newborn daughter has is the Gospel. Little Carson is dependent on my husband and I to care for her physical needs and, whether or not she realizes it, her spiritual ones as…
Read MoreI write this post from the perspective of a new mom, but I think the principle will apply to many. One of the greatest shocks motherhood made to my system has been the massive changes to my schedule. I just can’t do as much as I would like. A simple load of laundry can take all…
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