By Lizzy Christian Store Up the Memories Now Because They Really Do Grow So Fast
They grow so fast, mama. You’ll blink and those newborn onesies turn into princess dresses or superhero capes. You’ll blink…
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Lizzy Christian
Some Moments of Motherhood Take Your Breath Away
Sometimes motherhood feels like a simulation. Is this our day-to-day reality? The unending piles of laundry. Cleaning out the sink…
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Dear Dad in Heaven, We Left So Many Things Left Unsaid
I find it helpful to write to work through various emotions and thoughts. The what-ifs have haunted me for years.…
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I’ll Never Stop Holding Your Hand
I’ll never stop holding your hand and offering my own, sweet baby. Right now, my hands carry you to and…
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Hold On Tight in the Trenches of Motherhood
These are the days in the trenches of motherhood. Showering quickly before the baby wakes for another feed. It’s questioning…
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I Pray To Raise Children Who Sit With The Broken
Just like any parent, I have high aspirations for all of my children. I want them to receive a good…
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My Kids Aren’t Perfect—And I Couldn’t Love Them More
It’s so easy to say everything we are not going to do as parents. Insert the variable: the children. “I…
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God Sees All the Little Things a Mother Does
She makes the appointments. She packs the car snacks. She ensures the diaper bag is restocked with diapers and wipes…
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Sweet Mama, You Were Made For This
We see the scale increase as a baby grows inside of us. Every ultrasound makes our heart soar. Morning sickness.…
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I Married One of the Good Ones
I married a good one. He’s the kind that rubs my back when I’m overcome with morning sickness or tries…
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Sometimes Motherhood Knocks Me Flat On My Face
Motherhood often brings me to my knees, but I’m being honest, sometimes it brings me flat on my face. There…
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Love is Showing Up, No Matter What
As I’m growing older, my definition of love keeps changing . . . Love is the way my husband holds…
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