Sunday October 9, 2011 You know you're a mom when... you get choked up at the deli counter because Blazin' Buffalo Chicken is on sale. (It's College Boy's favorite.)
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Outnumbered by the kids? Change? Stuff? Self-doubt?
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ARE YOU OUTNUMBERED?
Overwhelmed? Surrounded?
I’ve spent most of my “mom life” outnumbered … by four sons!
It’s easy for a mom to feel outnumbered today, to feel isolated and alone. But we really can’t do it all alone.
Moms need each other, not to mention a touch of something greater than us.
Along the way I’ve stumbled on a few ways to cope with this “mom life.” I’m here to share and to learn from you, too.
Whether you mother an infant, a toddler or a teen, an empty nest or a full one, you're not alone.
No matter what kind of mom you are – no matter what’s outnumbering you today – there’s hope and help.
Hang on, Mom!
LAURA LEE GROVES
The mother of four boys, a writer, and a teacher, my heart is for moms. Ours is the noblest profession, and we can't do it all alone. Read on to help yourself, your family, your spirit, and to find ways to reach out to other moms.
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4 comments:
i know when my boys are staring into space instead of getting ready. even if i'm not in the room.
and i am often moved to tears in public....
Oh, anything military.
When you make 5 trips to the bathroom during one visit to the grocery store!
When your two-year old comes up to your leg and uses your jeans for a tissue, and instead of being grossed out, you just keep talking.
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