Wouldn’t it be interesting if mommas were emotional bricks?  Bricks aren’t only tough on the outside, they are impenetrable all the way through.  They are used to build homes that house families…buildings that put millions of people to work each day…and churches where folks go for healing.  When the winds and storms come, the bricks keep people safe.  They rarely lose their shape or color.  Bricks are strong.  They can’t feel hurt or pain.  To be an emotional brick, at times, would be heavenly.

Instead, though, moms are very marshmallow-ish.  Sure, we do our bests to put forth that rock-solid brick image, but on the inside, we are soft, mushy, and vulnerable.   And when storms come, pelting us with relentless rain and wind, we feel as if our tough exterior will wash completely away, leaving us drowning in the overwhelming abyss of motherhood.  I mean, we love our kids … but they are needy.  Amen?

As soft momma marshmallows, we provide constant comfort to those around us.  Just plop our fluffy selves into some hot chocolate, and we can make even the toughest person feel quite cozy.  That’s the irony.  We’re good at making others feel homey and comfortable, but what about us?  Who is taking care of us?

This blog is written for Brick Marshmallows.   You know who you are.  This is for the female who is battling life on a daily basis.  (Not living life.  Battling it.)   Maybe you’re raising an adopted love who is struggling.  Perhaps you’re a special needs warrior mom.  Maybe you’re a single mom … or maybe you feel like a single mom.  Whatever you are facing, trust me, you’re not alone.

Hey friend!!!  Welcome.  You’re safe here with me.