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Bringing Crazy Back

 Gurrrrll....Momma is back.

It's been a hot minute.

Ok. It's been about 12 years.

What's new? These triplets are 15, y'all. FIFTEEN. And big sister is a senior in high school. I blinked. 

The truth is, I stopped blogging because in 2012 I fell into a pretty deep pit. I went into a depression that made zero sense at the time and convinced me I was done writing for fun. After a couple years of counsel with Christian professionals, some pretty decent meds and a new grip on who I am as a daughter of Christ, I climbed out of that pit. My new life verse ever since has been Psalm 40:1-2 "I waited patiently for the Lord. He turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand."

And I am not just standing. I have been running.
I started literally running right before I turned 40 in 2018. I am working my way up to a half marathon. It's crazy how much fun I have been having by getting up early and running several days a week for the past four to five years. 
I also got a new job. In December, 2018 I started working as a client services manager for my local pregnancy center. I see pregnant women and new moms and do parenting classes and sometimes even a Bible study. We moved our office to a brand new location in August, 2021 and added an ultasound machine. I get to talk to women about their choices and love on them. We love them despite their choices. We gently guide them to choose life. But God has given me such a compassion for these mommas....even the ones who we never see again because they likely chose not to be a mom. My compassion for hurting women has been like a tidal wave since I had that occupancy in the pit. I look at life, people and motherhood in general so much differently than I had the last time readers scrolled through my posts.

If you haven't noticed, I changed the name of this blog. It's no longer "Triplets Make Six." This platform is "Mom's NOT Crazy." During that bad stretch of emotions I had during my kids' elementary and middle school years, I felt crazy. I often said outloud with tears, "Why am I so crazy?" 
Truth is, I am NOT crazy. I am who God says I am. He has called me to look at other "crazy" women and let them know they have value and they are important. I act crazy. I get kind of crazy when I parent. (Ask my girls.) But one thing that does not define who I am inside is crazy. 

So, girl, welcome back.
Welcome back to blogs about it all when it comes to being a mom who thinks she is going to lose her crap from one day to another. Whether your babies are still babies or are hormonal, messy and complicated but beautiful teens like mine, I got your back. 
You're not doing this alone. Hop in the passenger seat, 'cause we going for quite a ride.
You can follow me through video clips, reels and other crazy stuff on my new intsgram page, "Moms_not_crazy05. "

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