The beauty in parenthood is how it forces you to keep marching forward.
As much as a heartbroken women would love to curl up in bed, watch sappy movies and eat an entire dish of brownies, as a Momma there isn’t time.
No opportunity to wallow in grief. A good cry in the closet and off we go as there is mattress sledding on the stairs,
popcorn parties in bed,
and birthday’s to celebrate.
The opportunity given, a chance for a front row seat; watching their Momma dust herself off, move forward and live life fully.