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It's Hard! (But totally worth it!)

I love being a mom. Really. I do. It's the only thing I ever wanted to be when I grew up. But let me tell you, this Mom thing is HARD! Being a mom is a lot of things.  It's wonderful, and amazing, and hard, and exciting (not always in a good way, but hey, it's still excitement!), and rewarding, and hard. Someone once told me motherhood was the best hard thing they'd ever done.  I didn't know what they meant then, but I do now. Someone asked me the other day what was so hard about it. I couldn't tell if they were genuinely curious, or if they were thinking , "It can't be that hard, how hard can it be?" I didn't really know how to answer them that day, but it got me thinking. What is it that makes being a mom so hard? It's messy. Constantly. Everywhere. And we're not talking just the run of the mill, someone left their shoes out, or a jacket lying on the floor, kind of messes. We're talking tornado aftermath, how in the world did t
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You Are a Good Mom

As a fairly new mom, I struggle so often with feeling like a failure. There are so many days when being a mom looks nothing like I had imagined it would, or should, and it makes me feel like a terrible mother. (The fact that I got married, became mother to a teenager first, and then gave birth to a 4 weeks pre-term baby, all in the span of 12 months doesn't help, it just gives my mind more things to tell me I'm failing at! )  I know I am not alone in this struggle, but it can feel lonely. So lonely. You see, we tend to hide our failures, put our best front on, and do our best to appear on the outside like we have it all together. We don't. Hardly ever. Maybe really never. In fact, I would venture to guess that even the most seemingly put together mom you've ever met still feels like a failure far more days than she'd care to ever let on. The other day I found out a friend, who is a brand new mama, is struggling with fears and doubts about her ability to be a good m
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Time (And a little background)

Time. It forever marches on, sometimes slowly, sometimes faster than we like, but never does time simply stop. With the passing of time, whether fast or slow, comes change. Sometimes refreshing, sometimes crushing, sometimes anticipated, sometimes dreaded, change can take some getting used to. Then, other times, it happens so softly you hardly realize a change has come and gone. For much of my life, time has felt like the enemy; either racing on at breakneck speed, seemingly leaving me behind, or crawling by with the infuriating pace of molasses in January. For many years of my life, the march of time left me feeling like everyone and everything around me was changing, progressing, advancing down the road of life, while I was left standing on the side lines, a mere spectator. One by one, friends married, moved away, started families of their own, while I was left still single, still living at home, still waiting for life to happen to me. And then it did, in the most amazing miraculou
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A Little Introduction

Overflowing on empty. This pretty much describes my life as a mom, at least this season of motherhood. With an eight month old, my sleep tank pretty much always feels empty. I've been tired to the point of exhaustion for pretty much the last year plus. But while my sleep tank may be running on fumes, life in general is filled to overflowing in all the best ways, aaaand a few less than best. My goal with "Overflowing On Empty" is to create a place where I, and you, my readers, can be completely open and honest about life, both as a mom, and life in general. Because, since we're being honest, sometimes its amazing beyond belief, and sometimes it just plain stinks, sometimes literally! So, here's to this crazy, amazing, harder than hard, wonderful life called motherhood!
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