Charissa Wayman Blog

  I was under the impression I was a bad mom for not being able to stay home.   I'm a bad mom for still trying to figure things out.  My coworkers would just tell me to shut up and stop being silly.  As my first little girl gets older and starts talking more, I realize that I’m one of her favorite people in the world. I cherish those moments where she just runs up to me for no reason at all and hugs my leg and says, "Momma, I just love you," then runs off as quickly as she can to continue playing. Or during bedtime when I lay her down in bed and we play with the blanket, playing hide and seek with her little giggles. Then I give her a kiss and tell her goodnight and that I love her, and she replies, Momma, I love you.  As my due date for my second baby girl creeps closer, I can’t help but feel that same feeling creeping back into my head and heart again. I can’t help but wonder every other moment why God hasn’t given me that opportunity. I just want to eith...