Sarah’s Story

I can’t begin to count the times I’ve been told “I could never do what you do; I could never handle this like you can. I don’t know how you do it.” I’m not amazing; I’m not super mom. I don’t have an unearthly strength to bear this weight. And there was a time when I couldn’t do it either.

As I’ve walked through these fires and carry these swords that pierce my heart, I’ve grown within me the strength to survive, to give, to carry on. It’s a strength I’ve earned through the trials. I’m not unbreakable; I break every day. And then I take one more step forward. It’s a slow, quiet strength; all mountains can be moved eventually, one pebble at a time.

I’m just a mother, loving her children. I’d do anything for my children and sometimes I’m asked to do just that. To embrace the chaos and choose joy.