Pocket full of rocks…

I’m sitting on the brink of completing the first phase of my midwifery apprenticeship.  25% complete in the grand scheme of things.  The expectancy of excitement should be oozing from my keyboard.  I could be posting each and every birth with a quintessential picture of midwife and baby.  I should be proud at the accomplishment…

Birth isn’t…

    I’ve never been one to hold my tongue very well.  In fact, it’s one of those “in-process” parts of my hearts or my face.  Whichever way you choose to look at it. There are opportunities that come with some burdens attached with it.  With the disclaimer already in play, I want to share…

Not so glamourous…

I should be doing homework…. Seriously I feel as though I’ve blinked and several months have flashed before my very eyes.  The blinding light burnt any remnants of my retinas, which left me feverishly regaining focus.  In the last few weeks, we’ve had visitors.  2 such visitors for which I had an enormous amount of…

Use that.

I have friends in my life that are literally the guru at impromptu.  They can whip up a dance costume in 10 minutes that would send this Wadsy heart into a frenzy.  These ladies are my reference guide to birthday parties, Halloween costumes, sporting events, education.  You name it.  We should salute them.  I’m sure…

Wisdom

There it was.  It shined back in the mirror, as if we were in an old western show down.  A  quick move and I could’ve been a goner.  I looked over my shoulder to make sure all was clear.  I got it.   That gnarly gray hair in my eyebrow was obliterated.  Deuces.  Hasta, la vista,…

Jitters

The butterflies wreaking havoc in my stomach held my sleep for ransom.  I couldn’t blame my sleep deprivation on the ol’ standby of 5 Wadsys.   This momma was a vortex of nervous, giddy, and panic.  How in the world, did this season finally arrive?  While I was in college, I failed a nursing class…

Love gives…

About a month ago, I came back to my roots, not the 36 year old gray ones, either!   I flew into Nashville on a trek back to Kentucky, to walk into a season of releasing.  I remember growing up, how desperately I longed for a faster pace of life, no more green pastures with…

Breaking inertia…

There are moments through this journey that obviously I wasn’t prepared for.  The physical changes pale in comparison to the emotional ones.  Tomorrow begins a season of closure and reentry. How do I explain my emotions?  How do I share with you that the same Stephanie on the outside is radically changed on the inside?…

In case you were wondering…

Tiny confession:  sometimes I time my blog posts so that it’s 3 am EST and all I have to do is fall asleep after I send this and release any fear of man.  Isn’t it nice to know that even through pictures, you can be assured that I am human?  Not that any one of…

Ransang Part 2…

Maybe in the last blog, I mentioned utter joy, but didn’t go into detail.  Some of the team members were wondering if what we were doing was to have a lasting impact.  In fact, I avoided conversations such as these so that I did not become discouraged.  I was antisocial on many occasion.  It’s true….

Off the grid Part 1

Oh what a week!  This entire post could be dedicated to the inconveniences of my spoiled wretched heart.  Obviously lack of electricity and running water made for some immediate discomfort, but what I wasn’t ready for was the utter joy.  Here is a copy of a previous Facebook post before we left. I laid in…

Beauty for ashes…

This is for the teen, preteen, tween beauty that doesn’t want her picture taken. This is for the mom who refuses to wear a swimsuit in years and won’t play in the water with her kids. This is for the gym girl afraid to try out a piece of equipment because she doesn’t know how…