Scenes from a Hands Full Mother

Motherhood is far from a picturesque day in the park with every child in line. In reality, childhood resembles the moment after the picture is taken, when everyone breaks a still perfection. Yet, behind a mother’s lens is a person that carries more than the weight of baby bundles around her. She also totes the loneliness of wondering if anyone else out there truly understands the day she has just endured, and the tasks she will have to face tomorrow. There is some ONE, and He is written of all over these pages. His hands are always full too, and with precious, loving scars. This book is the epitome of an opened book, passed on from this mother to you. Judgment isn’t invited – relatable laughter to deep sorrow is welcomed. So, bring your day, your scene, and let’s share in this, our story.