Hello, readers! I have really exciting news for you. Today, a fantastic ebook was published. The Mom Quilt was compiled by Becky Mansfield and Jodi Durr to benefit the Mercy House in Kenya, founded by Kristen Welch.
I’m excited about this book for multiple reasons, for one, I was honored to be selected as one of the 60 women to share my motherhood story as a chapter in this book. For another, 100% of the proceeds benefit an amazing cause.
Let me tell you a little bit about the project. Mercy House is an incredible organization that empowers women in poverty. They currently need to build a well on their property, and the proceeds of this book will fund that well. In the ebook, mothers share their stories, their stories of hardships, their stories of hope, their stories of motherhood.
Crying over my keyboard, I spent some emotional evenings writing my chapter, reflecting on how losing my mother has effected my motherhood journey. Here is an excerpt from my chapter.
Motherhood hasn’t always been easy for me, in fact, it usually isn’t. My oldest, Paxton, is now 4, and when he was born, I was a total mess. One night when he was 6 months old, while he slept soundly in his crib, I cried desperately in my closet. I felt so lost, so alone. I love my husband, and I love my stepmom, but I wanted to talk to my mom. As a good student and successful teacher, I was used to feeling competent in my daily life, and I didn’t feel this way when I was at home with my infant son. I faltered through my first few months of motherhood feeling completely inadequate. How could I get my son to sleep more than three hours at time? Was it detrimental that he was taking every nap in the sling? Would I ever feel normal again? Would breastfeeding get easier? While many women would consult their mothers about these questions, I cried in the closet. My dad travelled a lot when I was growing up, and although he is an amazing person, he doesn’t remember anything about my early childhood. Did I sleep in a crib or in bed with my parents? Was I fussy or content? These questions remain unanswered, and for this and many reasons, I felt (and sometimes still feel) really clueless as a mom.
You see, I lost my mother when I was 17.
Writing my story was cathartic and challenging. 60 other women poured their hearts into their chapters as well, and I can’t wait to read my copy of the book. As I type this, $1000 has already been raised towards the goal of $40,000. The book is $9.99, and I can’t think of a better way to spend ten dollars.
I’m not very strong physically, and I am never much help on service trips that require manual labor. For this reason, I’m thrilled that I was able to use my passion for writing to support a worthy cause. If you are able, please, buy a copy of Mom Quilt, and please share this link with your friends. Thanks for reading, and let’s go love others on purpose.