A season....
Life is full of seasons... Winter, spring, summer and fall... Childhood, teenage years and adulthood... and about a million others lived within those all.... I am in a season. A season that has placed me where I would rather not be. With the gift of four children, I expected some chaos...some exhaustion... I never imagined what my life has become. Exhausted. Tired. Insecure. Disorganized. I can honestly say that most moments that have happened since our latest sweetie was born, I remember close to none of them. Our baby cried. And not like a baby cries....but cried constantly. For at least 20 hours a day.....he cried. Being the mother of Parklen, I was worried. I thought for sure he was sick or something terrible was happening.... The doctor assured me.... colic. He had colic. I don't know what you know about colic...but it was designed by the devil...to attack a mother and family while they are vulnerable... expecting the sweet sensation of a newborn...