No space to grieve today. Barely room to breathe. I hate days when I have to run around all day. I’m worn out, stressed out and feel like the worst kind of mom. The thing is, my capacity for anything is smaller now. Grief takes up space. Some days it takes up more time and energy than others. But it’s lingering on the outside of everything I do. My lens is now a loss filter. I think most grief mamas are like this. So I guess I’m sharing this to say, if you’re a friend of a grief mama, say his name. Ask the questions. Check in. 11 days, 11 months, 11 years later. Not everyone has the core support I have. Not everyone knows it’s ok to be sad. Not everyone allows themselves space to grieve. And as long we don’t stay there, it’s ok to sit there and rest for a bit. Bad days. Rough weeks. Tender moments. All part of love, all part of grief, all part of life.
Welcome
Hi! I’m Tiffany. I’m prone to using a lot of words to make things sound lovely. Because of that I have written and re-written this about a dozen times just trying to be concise. You just want to know what you are getting into, right?
Here’s what you’ll find in my little space: writings/musings/stories on my life. I have a big(ish) family; five kids and my wonderful husband. Topics include: homeschool, travel, adoption, child loss/grief, marriage and living a Christ-centered life.
We strive to live simply and love well. Thanks for joining me on this journey. I’m so glad you’re here.
Tiffany
