Hi there. I'm Lurenda, but you can call me Lu. I'm a working mom who has spent way too much time trying to find the perfect balance, which I'm beginning to learn is about as possible as finding the Holy Grail. I've been married to Ben for more than seven years. Together we are Mommy and Daddy to J.K., the sometimes fabulous, oftentimes crazy, 2-year-old, sweet baby Chelsea, due to make her grand debut in June, and our angel in Heaven, Olivia. Yes, we've lived through every parent's worst nightmare. Our first daughter was born at 24 weeks and she lived here on Earth with us for seven days. Since that week, I've learned more than can ever be put into words about the importance of faith, family and friends. I often tell people that while I would have never chosen this path for my life, I wouldn't change a bit of it either. My journey has made me realize just how short life can truly be.
As I stated earlier, I'm a working Mom looking for that perfect balance. Like most I've tried to achieve perfection in every stage of my life. However, I've learned that I don't have all the answers. I don't know what tomorrow will hold. All I need to do is live for today and let tomorrow worry about itself.
If you'd like to learn more about me, the fam and my journey as a Mom, currently in the 13th week of bed rest for high-risk pregnancy, you can check me out at www.averytales.blogspot.com. However, I'm warning you now that I don't update every day, but yes I do give myself constant guilt trips for not being a better blogger.
Obviously I've never found that perfect balance, but who has? I work too much, even while on bed rest. I allow my child to watch entirely too much Dora, Diego and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. I even let him crawl into our bed in the middle of the night because I don't feel like dealing with a screaming child at 2 a.m. I battle with the SAHM vs. Working Mom idea on a daily basis. My child is in daycare five days a week, some days I feel guilty and some days I don't (but then of course I later feel guilty for not feeling guilty, it's a vicious cycle).
Although it's almost been four years since we lost Olivia, I still have days when I just cry and cry and cry because it's not fair.
I've survived losing my first child and through God's grace I can hold the hands of a grieving Mommy, look into her eyes and tell her with confidence that she will be okay. I have an amazing little boy who knows his Mommy and Daddy love him more than life itself. I'm strong enough to survive 14 weeks of bed rest while pregnant with J.K. and God-willing will make it to the end of this pregnancy after 19 weeks of bed rest.
I've learned that faith doesn't make life easy, but it sure does make it more tolerable.
Don't take yourself so seriously. Laugh at the stupid things you say and do. Surround yourself with positive people. Cherish every moment. Kiss your babies good night and thank God for every moment you have with them. Always remember this quote, "Just when the caterpillar thought life was over, it turned into a butterfly."