Adventures with Olive and Georgia

I’ve read that there are no vacations with kids, they are now called Family Trips. I’ve read that moms should put on the bathing suit and have a good time. Stop worrying about your size.  I was told, “Don’t take those babies in the water!” “We had a horrible time on the beach.” “They are going to hate the sand.” “You will need a vacation from your vacation.” I was more than a little scared of our first “family trip”. Actually, when I read my sister’s text in January asking if we would go, I laughed and said “Yeah right.” Somehow we decided that we would go to Hilton Head with my family, probably because it was 4 months away at the time. I was scared, nervous, anxious, and self-conscience for 4 months. .......................................................................... Let me tell you though, we had a great time. When we got onto that beach and the girls immediately started building castles and looking for shells, I forgot about all the stress I was suppo

This morning, like every morning, I got the Facebook notification that I had memories with so-and-so and yadda yadda. It is one of my favorite parts of the day; to see all the fun pictures, reminisce in the sweet memories, and laugh at the silly old jokes. Some posts from the past bring back bad memories though. Even when looking at photos of seemingly joyous times, the senses remember the negative feelings that no one else could see. I might have hid it from everyone else by smiling in the photo or typing up a cute and lighthearted caption, but I remember. "On this day" three years ago I was SUFFERING from what some people call the Baby Blues. I'm not so sure it was bad enough to be Post-Partum Depression but I was terrified, anxious, lonely, sometimes angry, and mostly hopeless. I felt all this even with two healthy babies in my arms that I wanted so desperately to love better, and this only added a heaping amount of guilt to my list of bad mommy feelings. Good