What Motherhood Means To…Erica

I’ve really been struggling to write this guest post for Patricia’s motherhood series. Truthfully I’ve re-written it a number of times and still can’t quite find the words to appropriately express my feelings about motherhood and what it means to me. I also can’t type more than a few words without crying. I cry when I think about how much my son means to me or about our struggle to become pregnant with a sibling for him. I cry when I think about all my friends who continue to have difficulty becoming pregnant or sustaining a pregnancy. As much as motherhood is a beautiful blessing it can also be heart wrenching and emotionally exhausting when it doesn’t go as planned.

Here’s is a bit about my experience with motherhood…

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The Birth of a Lily: Part One

Two years ago it happened. 40 weeks and a day into my pregnancy and it was finally your time to join us earth-side. None of it happened the way I thought it would. None of it. But finally holding you safe in my arms was all that mattered.

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The Quest for Quality Time: A Night Out With My Husband

This three day weekend was refreshing in so many ways. Not only did I enjoy some fun with the family, I also had some one-on-one time with my hubby!!

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What Motherhood Means To…Spencer

When we decided to try for a child my first pregnancy test came back negative. I didn’t tell Eric at first due to fear that my worst nightmare was true; that I could not in fact get pregnant. Not even a week later, on a lazy Saturday morning, he made the comment about my eating habits that week and how tired I was. So as soon as he left for work I pulled out another pregnancy test and took my place on the porcelain throne.

There it was, two pink lines telling me I’m going to be a mom. I took a few more with Eric until I finally set up the appointment to confirm 100% I was carrying our child.

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One Dress, One Man: Why I ‘Trashed’ My Wedding Gown

“Ummmmm, Patty. What are you doing jumping in the water…in your wedding dress?!!!”

That’s a response I’ve grown quite accustomed to when people see this photo hanging in our home for the first time.


Having a ‘Trash the Dress’ session was something that never occurred to me. However, once the idea was presented I knew I had to go for it.

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