In honour of the brave, maternal, life-giving souls everywhere. But especially in honour of my mom and sisters who say goodbye to their precious baby
read more
My journey into motherhood, like so many of my journeys, started with Jesus.
Jesus gently leading me to acknowledge the loss of never going to be able to
have biological children. Jesus leading me to mourn, to cry, to surrender and to
allow Him to heal me. This was hard, but when it was done I was free, free to
move on, free to adopt.
After months of going back and forth on what to do with my hair, in September 2014 I made a decision, I had had it with my unhealthy relaxed hair.
My poor husband was so forbearing and patiently entertained me as I showed him countless pictures of potential hairstyles and toyed with the idea of shaving it all off. Finally, I made up my mind – I was going to go bald. I even coerced hubby to cut it himself (bonding exercise) so he wouldn’t fall off his chair one day when I returned home –ahem…hairless.
read more