Blog letters to my loves

I am sitting with some heavy news that I've been trying to process for 24 hours. Yesterday, I was boxing up my classroom - moving rooms in January - running to the conference room to do special education (SPED) paperwork, when a text came through. It was one of those 'that's not true,' and 'oh my,' and all the thoughts that came flooding in and tears threatening to come to the surface. 
Out of respect, this is the only mention of that moment.

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Photo by Morgane Le Breton on Unsplash

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who tells your story?

This morning, I woke up at 5:29 and the clarity came, albeit brief. But this mama has decided to start documenting what I hope is a letter of love to my babies. 
On our millionth viewing of Hamilton, the words, "who lives, who dies, who tells your story," hit hard and different. There are going to be people who love me and will eulogize me: family and friends, and my own kids. But I also want to leave a permanence - the story of how we began; the story of us, the journey from then to now. I want them to look through this diary of sorts and know truly that mom will never true leave their side. The forehead kisses, the hugs, the 'I love yous," that are sometimes taken from granted, I want them to sit with my words. See our pictures; see my love and I hope it fuels them to continue and do their amazing things. 
While this is still my advocacy blog - more exciting news on that - but then, stripped away of my titles, I'm a writer hoping to leave something behind for her babies. So, if you're still interested in this next part of my random corner of the web (my age is showing), thank you. 

everything I do, I do it for you

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