Tell Your Story

My story is not a dramatic one, but it starts in the shadow of pain.

I was born 10 months after the tragic death of a sister, only eight months old.

Pain has a way of shaping you, and my sweet mother was never the same after losing a child.  I know.  She’s told me.

Momma calls me her “sanity child” because having a new baby to care for helped her to take her focus off her pain and instead, concentrate on keeping this new baby– and a two-year-old little boy safe and healthy.

I can vividly remember when my first son was born.  Bringing him home from the hospital was exciting and scary.  This precious bundle was fully reliant on me to meet his needs.  Sleep was never again the same, always listening for breathing sounds and getting up to check on him often, the two to three hours…