It’s really overwhelming to introduce yourself to a crowd of strangers that you don’t seem to know. Good news is: I know you. I don’t actually know you all obviously, but being one of you myself, I believe I actually might know you more than you may first think.
Birmingham
I only travel in 1 – 1.5 hour increments according to my track record. I was born in Troy, grew up in Montgomery, and moved to Birmingham for college only to never really leave. This was not the plan of my naive dreams exactly; I was envisioning more the life of a traveling journalist traversing Europe and living in a shoe box in New York. But I find myself so perfectly content with my roots firmly in the ground, and growing by the day. I moved to Birmingham thirteen years ago to attend Samford University and stayed to attend graduate school at UAB. But then I met Andy, my dream man. The rest is practically history.
I have lived or worked in just about every neighborhood or community south of Birmingham, from Homewood to Mountain Brook and Chelsea to Vestavia and Hoover. I am now an English teacher to 130 (give or take) impressionable growing minds. The vision of my dreams has changed, but my passions have not. Birmingham possesses everything I’ve ever wanted in a home and so much more. Like so many other things in life, I am thankful that the vision changed because Birmingham is exactly where I want to be. Birmingham is home to me.
Moms
We are gratefully raising a toddler named Abigail, but we hope to grow our family even more in the near future. Though that is our desire, we recently and unexpectedly lost a baby at 13 weeks. I am currently riding the waves of grief for my angel in heaven, all while attempting to be the best mother I can be to my favorite girl here on earth. It’s a very clumsy dance, but I still feel like dancing nevertheless.
I learned in the beginning of motherhood (not so gracefully, I might add), when my daughter came a month early and had a short visit in the NICU, that there is such a thing as holding on loosely tightly. It really doesn’t make sense, but as a Christian mother the Lord has given me the ability and strengthened me to do so. However, it is still easily the hardest thing about being a mother, in my opinion.
Blog
I am grateful to have been given the chance through BMB to connect with other local mothers, to hear their stories and learn from them. I am always grateful for having a reason to write, especially when given a particular platform. Writing is my favorite way to process, and I truly view it as a gift. I am humbled that anyone would be willing to listen or read what I have to communicate. So, thank you for being here. I look forward to getting to know you, and me, better in the process.
