When you have kids, it’s funny how your brain works with your newborn. You enjoy how tiny they are and love them to pieces, but sleep patterns cause a lot of emotional and mental stress. There comes a point where you say, “I can’t wait until they can sleep two hours straight, three hours straight, four, five, six,” all while forgetting that they’re only getting bigger; and that means you’re losing those little ones, the parts you loved and adored so much. Small stressors compound over and over, especially as the days go on, and it’s hard to remember what you appreciate before it’s gone. It’s so easy to be consumed by the negative, which can be as simple as the thought, “I wish this wasn’t happening anymore.” But when we focus on “I’m so grateful that I have the opportunity to wake up like this and help create exactly what I wanted,” the cost doesn’t feel much of a cost anymore. It’s a cost you bear with gratitude. So as you go about your day today, whether you have children or other things that cause you to forget, sit back and realise what you’re losing every day and be grateful for what you have in each moment. I hope everyone can slow down, find, and cherish what they love each day. So I’ll begin. Thank you god for these tiny hands, I asked for this beautiful creation. Thank you for the warrior of a woman that bore this 5th child. Thank you for the beautiful slowler land we got pushed into, it allowed us to heal and change. Thank you for breaking me and showing me a new path to a better life and loving family.

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Imagine being a cat and not realizing you are a revered god of ancient Egypt and a kids main cuddle play toy.

Good morning from the morning moon and the edge of the easterly sunrise. Time to get the older kiddos to school.

America! 🤣 but no seriously it's relaxing because it's honest work. Even if it’s blowing away ammo. no notifications. no algorithm. just a man, a saw(usually) and a tree that tells you right away if you did it wrong. we heat our place with wood and i swear splitting it does more for my head than any app ever has. It’s also an invigoratingly healthy activity.

rest well tonight the world will still be waiting when you wake hold your people close. sleep soft.

The scariest thing I've heard in the infusion room isn't about the medicine. It's "I don't know who I am without my pain." Healing asks you to let go of something you've worn for years. That's the real trip.

Good morning friends. Last year something visits the land while we sleep. trail cam catches a coyote at 5am like it's clocking out for from night shift. i used to think stillness meant nothing was happening. turns out the real work just doesn't need an audience.

in the infusion room, eyes closed is usually where the real work starts. eyes open, the world gets loud and beautiful. eyes closed, the old stuff finally has room to come up. neither one is better. the medicine just asks you to stop steering. I call it the Keta river.

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A few people asked how we're sleeping with baby #5. honestly? not much. but i've stopped counting the hours and started counting the little noises she makes at 3am. those are the ones i'll miss…. And it really won’t be much longer. Cheers to appreciating your “lasts”

I’m stuck somewhere in the middle of nightmare before Christmas.