Motivational Meig

Just a girl trying to get her life back on track.

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8PM

8pm is also when I start my child’s bedtime routine. While headlines refresh and the world holds its breath, I will be standing next to a little stool in our bathroom, helping tiny hands squeeze toothpaste onto a brush. I will remind her to spit, not swallow. I will wipe her face with a warm washcloth and kiss her warm, rosy, damp cheeks. I will tighten the clump of messy curls on top of her…

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Anniversaries make me sappy.

Eleven years of marriage.Sixteen years of loving him.Sometimes I sit in the quiet of our home, usually after bedtime when the world finally slows, and I try to wrap my mind around that number. Sixteen years. A whole lifetime of memories, of growth, of becoming who we are together.We started with so little. Just two people figuring out life side by side in our very first apartment. Back then, love…

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The Weight of Enough

There’s a quiet tug of war that lives in my chest every single day.When I sit on the floor and play with her, really play, the kind where I let the dishes pile up and the laundry stay unfolded, I feel it creeping in. You should be cleaning. You’re falling behind.And when I finally stand up, push through the exhaustion, and start picking up the house, there it is again. You should be with her.…

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Three Is Magic

No one told me three would be this beautiful.Everyone warned me about three.They said it with knowing looks and little half laughs.“Oh just wait until she’s three.”“Three is when the attitude starts.”“Threenagers are something else.”What nobody told me is that three is perfection.Three is a tiny voice yelling from the other room, “I WILL DO IT MYSELF!” while struggling to pull on shoes that are…

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Hope Is a Powerful Thing

If you had asked me a year ago how I was doing, I probably would have smiled and said I was fine.Most moms do.We’re good at it.At smiling.At showing up.At packing snacks, wiping tears, making dinner, remembering appointments, loving our babies with every ounce of our being… while quietly carrying things inside our own minds that nobody else can see.The truth is, for a long time I haven’t felt…

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The Night She Slept and I Didn’t

Last night our daughter had a sleep study. If you’ve never experienced one, imagine a tiny hospital room that feels somewhere between a hotel and a science lab. Dim lights. Quiet monitors. A narrow bed for your child and a parent bed that promises rest but never quite delivers it. And then imagine a three year old with more wires attached to her than seems reasonable for such a small…

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The Small Gate and the Big Adventure

Motherhood has a way of reminding you that control is mostly an illusion.This week, our three year old reminded me of that in the most heart stopping way possible.She went on her first adventure.Alone.Somewhere between a normal moment and the next, she slipped out the front gate. I don’t know if it was curiosity, bravery, or simply the unstoppable spirit that lives inside every small child who…

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The Quiet Kind of Happiness

There was a time when I thought happiness would look big. Big moments. Big celebrations. Big milestones that everyone could see and applaud. I thought it would feel like fireworks or confetti or some loud, unmistakable proof that life had turned out exactly right. But the older I get, the more I realize that the truest kind of happiness is usually very quiet. Tonight it looked like this. A…

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What is Hip Dysplasia?

Upon hearing about our daughter’s diagnosis, many of you have asked, “What is Hip Dysplasia?” So, let’s talk about it. What is Hip Dysplasia? Hip dysplasia is a condition where the hip joint doesn’t develop properly, meaning the ball of the thigh bone (femur) doesn’t fit securely into the socket of the hip bone. It’s like a puzzle piece that doesn’t fit quite right. This can cause the joint to…

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Just let me grieve.

Please, Don’t Tell Her How to Grieve She’s in the kitchen, washing dishes with her back to you. You approach her quietly, two cups in hand. Fingerprints were smudged on the glass. A few gulps of milk were still sloshing around inside. You set them beside the sink and glance at her apologetically.She doesn’t notice.Steam rises from the faucet as scorching water pours over her hands, scrubbing…

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Celebrating the birthday of a lost loved one

Death is nothing at all. It does not count.I have only slipped away into the next room.Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was.I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.Whatever we were to each other, we are still.Call me by the old familiar name, speak of me in the easy way which you always used, and put no difference…

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Who is Meighan? She's just Momma now.

The Lost Identity of Motherhood—and the Journey to Find Myself Again I used to wonder what happened to moms after they had children. Where did they go? It was almost symbolic: they seemed to slowly disappear from their own photos, replaced by baby pictures. For some reason, that used to irk me. I’d find myself wondering: How could someone get so completely lost in motherhood? Now, I get it. I…

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2 Days Before Surgery

A Long Night and a Grateful Heart We finally arrived at our home away from home tonight. The four-hour car ride was a struggle—our daughter fussed and cried the entire way. Now, it’s 2 AM, and she’s still fighting sleep. I can’t help but think she’s picking up on my anxious energy, and it’s making her unsettled too. Tonight, we had to start wiping her down with the hospital-supplied wipes. It’s…

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3 Days Before Surgery

Packing for Dallas at Midnight: A Moment of Clarity in the Chaos It’s midnight, and I’m still packing for Dallas. I started around 9 PM, and I’ve managed to get one suitcase packed—though even that feels incomplete. I can’t help but wonder: why am I moving so slowly? Why can’t I focus on this simple task? The answer seems to lie in the clash between my racing thoughts and my sluggish body. The…

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Our Meal Train

I love that our sweet neighbor and friend set this up for us during this crazy time. https://www.mealtrain.com/trains/mom073 Ady is almost finished with her surgeries. She only has 1 more left at the end of the year. Thank you to EVERYONE who has helped us out so far. We appreciate every single one of you.

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A letter from your late loved one.

Hi. This is your late loved one speaking. I don’t have long, so listen up because I have a lot I want to tell you. First off, I get it. Ever since I left this world you have missed me, and I know you’re bracing for the holidays without me. No matter what anyone says, this year’s festivities are going to be really tough. In fact, let’s be honest, this festive season will probably suck…

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The duck that'll never die...

Let me tell you a story about a duck. It’s not just any duck, you see. This is a special duck. A duck that’s been around since 1994. It’s a House of Lloyd plush quacking Christmas ducky. That’s not what makes it special… Not the brand, not the fact that it’s 29 years old. I’m going to tell you what makes it special. This duck, which I have called Quacky Duck, (Daffy Duck’s cousin, I’m my silly…

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