Country State Of Mind


country as a turnip green, huntin.. fishin.. campin.. muddin.. are just a few of the the things I like to do. Im a mom.. a wife.. a dreamer.. stuck somewhere between raisin hell and amazing grace... lovin and llvin one day at a time..

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You didn’t know becoming a parent meant…

• Eating dinner like you’re trying to break a world record for the most pasta swallowed in the shortest amount of time. Standing up.

• Letting your partner choose between poop and sleep habits as topics of conversation.

• Figuring out how to pee without putting the baby down.

• Wearing a bra that looks like something from a 1930s catalog.

• Spending an hour getting the baby to sleep and then waking her up two minutes later to make sure she’s still breathing.

• Forgetting what you were…

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-Ashlyn

countrydays:

Edit for: backinthemwoods

-Ashlyn

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First attempt at a bunny butt cake lol (Taken with instagram)

First attempt at a bunny butt cake lol (Taken with instagram)

My little Easter bunny :)  (Taken with instagram)

My little Easter bunny :) (Taken with instagram)

Our family :)  (Taken with instagram)

Our family :) (Taken with instagram)

Taken with instagram

Taken with instagram

Little feet  (Taken with instagram)

Little feet (Taken with instagram)

Bed hog!!! Lol . (Taken with instagram)

Bed hog!!! Lol . (Taken with instagram)

A love letter to motherhood

What is motherhood but the very best chance to learn what you are made of? It will strip you down to nothing. Make you doubt yourself a thousand times. And it will make you roar with a fierceness you’ve never before seen. It will search your heart for your greatest fears and the bravest of all your intentions and set them out on display.

It breaks you. It saves you. It steals the girl you were. All of her. You’ll never sleep like her or be as carefree as she once was, but she’d never believe the courage or the selflessness she’ll one day possess in you. Motherhood replaces her with someone who understands love on a level the girl you were never could.

It’s okay to sometimes wish you could go back and live a day in her shoes. A day to bask in the decadence of irresponsibility. But if she could look forward: If she could see herself tested, how her fears have been faced, how the question “Am I strong enough to survive this?” is answered with a resounding yes, time after time. She’d feel damn proud to become the woman that awaits her.

not written by me btw.. but I wish i had lol. its so beautiful