I am a person who unfortunately does not sleep much. That means while the rest of my house is sleeping blissfully at 3 AM, I am on Pinterest, social media or You Tube.
There are a few vloggers I follow regularly and they are celebrating marriages and babies and lives together and taking me along for the ride.
While I recognize some of these shares are beautifully edited the emotion is there and definitely gets me emotional.
I feel like I have been carrying around this suitcase of memories from my life before my divorce and I need to throw it away.
I didn’t realize how raw those hurts still were until I started watching those videos.
We all have an idea in our head of how things will be. Our wedding, children, marriage and you either work as a team,meet in the middle, or you don’t.
I also think you forgive a lot because you think it will change.
Once the baby is here.
Once she sleeps through the night.
Once we have been apart a year we’ll get along better.
My biggest red flag was me all wired up having contractions after being in labor for almost a day and my Dad never leaving my side. My ex husband however, not only leaving several times but when he was in the room he was on his computer the whole time. Not once did he comfort me.
Yet I chalked it up to nerves.
There would be things later that would show me it had nothing to do with nerves.
I can dwell in regret and compare or I can celebrate the fact I have G. Remember some of the funny moments from that time in my life.
I can be determined to make sure I speak up now with my person and if it feels like a red flag it probably is.
It is incredibly easy for many of us who have been hurt to not let it go. To let it lead us. I have done an absolutely fantastic job of building a very tall wall around myself.
But maybe the tape in our heads instead of coulda,woulda,shoulda should be:
I’m a Momma and that makes me magical.
I say it a lot. Being a Mom is magical. We grew people!!!
When that suitcase feels like it needs to be unpacked, kick it back under the bed and remember who you are.
You are a Momma
Much love Mommas