Holy Blogger

Ok, I’m just going to come out and say it: I CAN’T BELIEVE I STARTED A BLOG!  It’s something that has always interested me and something I’ve always wanted to do in the back of my mind, but didn’t really know what I would write about or who the heck would even read it.  Sam and I experienced our first miscarriage in December of 2016.  It was an ectopic pregnancy and really an overall strange experience.  It was crazy to me when we were suffering through a loss that it was so frowned upon to talk about.  People really avoided us and the whole conversation like we had the plague over something WE were going through.  We needed people but it was awkward for others to be a part of that experience.  I get it- I really do.  But the whole thing was strange to me so I decided as a way to cope with the experience and bring awareness to the situation that I would post about it on Facebook.  Y’all, the amount of people that were going through the same feelings and emotions was unreal.  People had been through the same thing, were going through the same thing, or had a fear of going through the same thing and really wanted to talk about it but were fearful of the social taboo surrounding the situation.

June 2017- Sam and I experienced another miscarriage.  This one wasn’t ectopic, but it was honestly worse than the first one because it came with more complications.  Again, I shared our experience on Facebook and got the same responses I had previously, except this time it was different.  I had people private messaging me about their experiences, calling/texting me because they just needing someone to talk to about their previous experiences, and others sharing our story with people they knew were going through the same thing.  It really became sort of a ministry within itself.  I’ve had personal conversations that even my husband and closest friends don’t know that I shared with other people because they reached out to me privately. Even with this experience and knowing I was helping others, I was so lost.  It was one of the darkest moments in my life and such a blessing at the same time.   My husband grew away from me.  He had never learned how to cope with any of the miscarriages and his way of dealing with them was acting like they never happened and pretty much shutting down.  Y’all, my goodness that was hard.  But I finally got through to him, we talked it out,  prayed SO hard, and once again I realized that this was something other people had faced through their miscarriages.

What I learned through the process was that we weren’t the first people to experience these emotions and heartache.  But we were, well really just me, just a few of the people willing to speak up on the topic and make it real.  It was such a vulnerable experience, but the amount of people who benefited from our story was so worth it.

But guess what folks?  The plot thickens- we are now 26 weeks pregnant with a healthy baby boy!  I will never forget how angry/terrified/excited/confused I felt when I saw the positive result come up shortly after our last miscarriage.  My husband sat there with me while I peed on the stick.  The anticipation was killing me so much that I didn’t even wait the full three minutes before checking to see if there were two pink lines on that test.  It was an obvious positive pregnancy test and I began to shake all over.  I looked at my precious husband and he knew the answer immediately.  We sat there- him on the side of the tub and me still on the toilet- and held each other and cried tears of happiness and hurt.  Well here we are months later, I’m still carrying my precious babe, and I’ve made some lifestyle changes.  I became a crazy granola mom.

So now that we’ve been through the back story, let’s go back to the original question- why did I start a blog?  During those hard times, people would tell me time and time again, “You should start a blog!”  I thought they were crazy, so I ignored it.  Fast forward to our healthy pregnancy; I became obsessed with Young Living’s products and began posting about them on Instagram and Facebook.  My sister  randomly said one day, “I can see you having a blog.” Again, I laughed it off.  And then my best friend, Alli, sent me a screenshot of my hashtag #blameitonmycrunchysoul and texted #instablogger.  We joked about it for a little while and then she said I should seriously do one to show people how to use the products for people like her that don’t know how to use them.  So here we are.

Ladies & Gents, I now present to you: Blame It On My Crunchy Soul.

Tsunami Ezra

Ok y’all. So there I was, lying in bed missing my little babe even though he was asleep in his rocker literally right next to the bed. All I wanted was to snuggle him and kiss the top of his sweet head. I tell my husband who then proceeds to tell me to pick him up. So like an idiot I listen to him and pick up my sleeping baby because I have no idea what’s coming next.

After picking up Ezra, I noticed his diaper was wet and needed to be changed so I take him to the changing table to do a quick diaper change. Wrong. I took off his wet diaper and stupidly let my guard down for 2.25 seconds only to look back at him and notice he’s peeing everywhere. Literally everywhere. Kid is straight up peeing in his face, it’s running down behind his head and soaking his hair, and his onesie is soaked. So I did what any mom would do and I just throw a diaper at him like I’m putting out a grease fire. If you’re ever put in this situation, I don’t recommend this method because the pee was just splashing off of the diaper and splattering all over him. Moving on.

So I strip down my kid and carry him to the bathroom butt naked and tell him not to crap in my hand on the way. Well apparently he’s a good listener because he did not poop on me. We make it to the bathroom and I’m sitting on the toilet holding him waiting for the water to warm up when suddenly my BUTT NAKED baby starts peeing. AGAIN. So here’s a little secret into my personal life. I spend 90% of my time at home with a nursing bra and no shirt on because this kid eats more than a 900 lb. man, so don’t just show up at my house because I won’t have a shirt on. 🤷🏼‍♀️ #momlife (am I right?!) Anyways, he pees all over himself and me this time. He soaks my bra, my belly, and he even manages to somehow pee into my mouth. I’m dead y’all. Now I also need a shower. The water finally gets warm enough so I put him in there and start bathing him when suddenly he rips one in the tub. I instantly snatch him out of the tub and sit him on the toilet like a grown man and allow him to let it all out. He obviously didn’t appreciate my efforts because he starts screaming. I get him back in the tub and get him all clean and then Sam takes him to the changing table to put his diaper on him. Once again we didn’t make it in time and now he has peed all over Sam. Cool. So now Sam and I both need a shower.

I finally get the naked baby dressed and he’s hungry so I feed him. Well wouldn’t you know that he spits up all over me when eating? I mean why not? It’s dripping down my body, it’s on my pillow, it’s on the sheets, and all over his face and body. *slams face into the wall 917 times +1 more just to make sure I’m feeling good and dead*

So I learned some valuable lessons today:

1. Don’t ever wake a sleeping baby because you feel like snuggling.

2. Don’t ever listen to your husband because men don’t know anything.

3. Don’t ever take for granted the peepee teepees you were given to prevent these situations from ever happening.

So if you have a baby boy or have one on the way, get you some off these fine boogers. Greatest invention ever link here. They have disposable ones that you can buy, or you can buy these and be good to the environment.

Now I’m going to go finally cook dinner and then go to bed with all the bodily fluids I’m wearing and just skip the shower because that’s who I am as a person. Here’s to you, Tsunami Ezra. Here’s to you. 🍻

Megan out. ✌🏻

Massage Yo Baby!

I’m not going to lie, I only bought one book during my pregnancy and only read one chapter. If you read tons of books during your pregnancy, good for you. I’m not that kind of person and really just wanted to wing the whole thing. After Ezra was born, I realized the value behind having somewhat of a routine and remembering that book had several sections to help establish a routine. So I picked up the book that I bought and read the sections on routines so I would have some guidance in making my own.

The author of the book suggested bathing your baby every night and and then giving your baby a massage to comfort him before bed. We started doing that and I remember I bought some baby massage oil prior to Ezra’s arrival. He LOVES this massage oil. Idk what it is about the oil, but he coos and is way more relaxed than with any lotion we have used- even lotion that has lavender in it. I love this oil because its ingredients are 100% natural and plant based and easily absorb into the skin without leaving a greasy residue. Score.

I also did a lot of research on baby massages just to see what the benefits really are of massaging your baby every night. There are many benefits for both baby AND mom (or dad, or whoever is doing the massage). Baby massages promote physical, developmental, and emotional health for infants. The physical touch promotes bonding and physical attachment between mom and baby. The soothing effects of the massage assists with weight gain and overall growth because it reduces cortisol levels (stress hormone) which encourages good eating habits and longer periods of sleep in babies. Let me say it a little louder for the people in the back- IT PROMOTES LONGER PERIODS OF SLEEP! Enough reason for me to jump on ship. Infant massage is so important and so heavily researched that 38% of NICUs perform daily massages on preterm babies in order to promote weight gain and decrease hospital stays by 3-6 days. The recommended time is 15 minutes/ day. Urm hello, positive research here people!

So here is how our nightly routine goes: bathe Ezra at 9 pm, give him a massage with Young Living’s Seedlings Baby Oil, put on pajamas, drink a bottle of mommy’s finest milk, sit up for 20 minutes after eating to reduce spit up, and then go to bed. He only wakes up once in the night to eat and the time is getting closer and closer to us waking up in the morning. Last night he didn’t wake up until 4:50 in the morning and he’s only 5 weeks old. The research has proven itself to be true and I’m taking it as a parenting win!!!

If you have baby oil, try it! If not and want to try some, here’s the link of the stuff I recommend: Seedlings Baby Oil

Moral of the story? MASSAGE YO BABY!

My Unsung Hero

I have learned many things as a new mother. I’ve gone back and forth on which I thought was more important: patience or recognition.

Sure- patience is super important. You need patience learning the different cries of your newborn, patience receiving unwanted advice from whoever, patience watching people who feel the need to be the one to soothe your baby and it’s not working, patience in your ability as a mother, the list is endless. But I’ve just about decided that recognition is the most important. Maybe that’s because it’s rarely done but well deserved?

My sweet husband is my unsung hero. Does he frequently lack patience and understanding? Of course he does, we all do. But what he lacks he makes up tenfold. He’s hard to wake up and values his sleep more than what seems humanly possible to someone like me that easily runs on zero sleep, but he’s willing to get up when Ezra cries to change him so I can get five more minutes of sleep before I feed him. He works 5 days a week and comes home and works on his Advocare business so I can stay home with the baby if I want to. He takes the baby away from me at 1 am when I feel like I’ve hit rock bottom and need to be admitted to a psych ward so I can lie down and relax. He tries to stay awake or watch tv with me during 3 am feedings. He comes home for lunch everyday just to love on his baby boy and give me the opportunity to nap. He is our spiritual leader and constantly prays over us and for us because prayer brings a spiritual awakening and is valuable to God. He keeps my water filled and makes sure my snack supply doesn’t run dry so I can have the necessary nutrients to produce milk for our babe. He pushed me during school and helped me finish my BSN because he knew how important it was to me.

The list could literally go on and on without ever ending. He loves me for me and I love him for him. He does all of these things without expecting any recognition or anything in return. He is my sanity in the darkness.

And for those reasons, you deserve the world and so much more. I respect you and adore you more than you’ll ever know. Sam Pement, you are my unsung hero.

Birth Story

Many people have asked about our “birth story.”  Well, our baby boy will be 3 weeks tomorrow (excuse me while I go cry), so I guess it’s time to finally share.

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Thursday, April 12 at about 3 pm I was sitting in my mom’s office when suddenly I thought my water broke.  I tried calling my husband only for him to be in a meeting, so I texted one of his coworkers to try to get him out of the meeting and he succeeded.  In the meantime, my mom and dad took me to the L&D triage.  The nurse swabbed me to check for amniotic fluid only to say it came back negative.  The strip was turquoise and she said it needed to be blue- look lady, I don’t know much about baby nursing, but come on!  How blue are we looking for here?!  Anyways, they hooked me up to a monitor and I was having contractions every 4 minutes, but I wasn’t dilated at all.  They sent me home.

I continued leaking the “said fluid” for the rest of the night and my contractions began to pick up.  Sam kept begging me to go to the hospital but I didn’t want to go until I knew I was far enough along that they had to admit me.  The next morning at about 0730 I couldn’t handle the contractions any longer so I told Sam it was time to go.  Wouldn’t you know after begging me to go all night and me finally telling him I was ready that he had to finish doing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen first?!  Men

We finally get to the hospital after driving through 0800 traffic.  Y’all, if they tried to send me home they were going to have to call a Manpower because my pregnant butt was NOT leaving.  They take me straight to L&D triage and hook me up to the monitor.  I’m having contractions every 2-3 minutes lasting 1-2 minutes long.  Luckily my OB was already on the floor so he came in to check on me.  He immediately said, “Well you look like someone in labor!” I’m thinking to myself YEH NO KIDDING! ADMIT ME FOOLS! He checks me and I’m 3 cm. HALLELUJAH!  He admitted me.

They take me to my room and within an hour I went from 3-8 cm.  I went in thinking I didn’t want an epidural, but I progressed so quickly that I couldn’t calm myself down.  The nurse told me they may not be able to get me an epidural because of how dilated I was and I had yet to have the required fluid bolus needed prior to getting an epidural.  Pain meds were also questionable at this point because of potentially harming the baby.  My nurse started the fluid bolus and called anesthesia anyways.  They agreed to do it. PRAISE GOD FROM WHOM ALL BLESSINGS FLOW!!!! By the time they finished the epidural I was complete.  The doctor checked me and told me to get ready to push.  Wait, what?  This epidural hasn’t even kicked in yet?!  45 minutes later the epidural kicked in (and by kicked in I mean I could still feel and completely move my legs but the contractions were bearable) so we started pushing.  Four babies were born that Friday and there were only 3 nurses on the floor.  Know what that means?  The director of the floor and my husband helped me push.  Poor guy. He thought he was going to stand at the top of the bed and hold my hand the whole time. Instead, he got himself a front row seat. Love you, mean it. At one point, there was a baby being born and their heart rate was dropping, so the director had to temporarily leave to help the nurses in the other room.  DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?!  That means it’s just Sam and me pushing and praying to God Ezra doesn’t decide to come while she’s gone.

Y’all, I pushed for 2.5 hours.  TWO AND A HALF HOURS!!!!!!! Ezra’s head was too big and just wouldn’t come out (thanks, Sam for having a huge head).  They cut me three different times  and I only knew they started cutting me because suddenly Sam’s face completely changed and he just stared at me with the biggest eyes I’ve ever seen.  And then sweet little Ezra Hayes was finally born.  I was exhausted.  Dead.  Pooped.  But as soon as they sat that little 8 lb. 3 oz. baby on my chest, nothing else mattered and our hearts were full.  And apparently so was Ez’s tummy because he immediately crapped on my chest.  Thanks bud.  But I still didn’t care.  My brand spanking new baby couldn’t do anything but just stare at me for an entire hour and I couldn’t do anything but stare back.  I was in love.  I was experiencing a new love.  A new love for my new child, a new love for my amazing husband, and a new love for myself because I’m a freaking champion (and obv. humble).

So here he is world, almost 3 weeks later.  Our perfect baby boy.  Ezra Hayes Pement.

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Prayers for forgiveness

I had to do the unthinkable today. Many of you know the journey Sam and I have been on to bring our precious blessing into this world. Obviously we experienced a lot of pain and heartache just as any person would that struggles with issues of miscarriages, infertility, loss of a child, etc. But we’ve also dealt with something I never thought would be an issue. There are people out there battling their own struggles and they are angry with our success. It’s nothing personal towards us, they are just going through the motions and unfortunately our happiness is a vessel of sadness towards others who haven’t had our success. I was ok with this for a long time because I know the emotions they are experiencing. Sam and I were never personally angry with anyone when they had successful pregnancies because it wasn’t their fault that we weren’t, but unfortunately people cope differently and people struggle differently. We have been the root of people’s anger and I finally found myself angry about it this morning. Maybe it’s the surge of pregnancy hormones I’ve been experiencing, but I felt the rage and hate towards another person. Y’all, I realized I’m no better than them if I react this way. I have been praying for these couples for months that they will feel a sense of peace cover them, but this morning I had to pray for peace over myself. I was angry. I was humiliated. I could not believe that my happiness and success could possibly be ruined by someone else’s anger and jealously. I’m thankful I experienced this surge of emotions because it really has brought a new light in me. So today I did the unthinkable. I forgave them for hating me. I forgave myself for hating me because I have what they so desire. I forgave myself for judging someone because they judged me. But most importantly, I forgave myself for ever thinking for a dang second that I don’t deserve this sweet child. The only thing I can do from this point on is continue to pray for peace and comfort in their lives and raise my son to be the abundant blessing he is in our lives. We are so thankful for this opportunity. Today I experienced a moment of weakness. Today I experienced a moment that will change the way I react to other’s feelings towards me. Today I experienced a very valuable lesson. I ask that you all lift up these anonymous names with me as they seek a sense of calmness and peace with their struggles.

Wash away my guilt and cleanse me from my sin

– Psalm 51:2

Third Trimester Workout Plan

Ok, so many of you have asked what kind of workouts I’ve been doing or what’s safe to do during pregnancy. First of all, ask your doctor because they know you’re situation better than any personal trainer, mom, know-it-all, etc. But for those of you who have asked what I’ve been doing, here it goes:

  • Attempt to get out of bed 17 times before succeeding. This involves rolling over pillows, husband, and dogs. Great on the abs.
  • Squat down to pet my dog only to fall over. This happens multiple times a day. Great full body workout.
  • Try to put on tennis shoes everyday that I work. This takes multiple attempts before success is achieved. Also great on the abs, side bonus=back workout.
  • THIS ONE IS THE MONEY MAKER: Getting shirts out of the bottom dresser drawer. Be sure to follow step-by-step!! 1) Get in side-lying position at the end of the bed. 2) reach out whichever arm you prefer to pull the drawer open with. 3) pull super hard on said drawer and BOOM you’ve got a shirt. Great on the obliques and arm muscles. Be sure to swap out sides everyday to ensure muscle evenness.
  • Attempt to breath without sounding like a stage-IV COPD patient. Need I say more?
  • Squat over public restroom toilet. The added belly weight is great on the bum and legs.
  • Eating a meal without throwing up. I mean really, this is just as great as a brain game as it is a workout.
  • Learning to control peezing (sneezing and peeing): great on the pelvic floor muscles.
  • Shave legs twice a week. It’s not a world record, folks, but this twice a week workout is also great on the back and abs.

THIS IS JUST A START! Please do not feel limited to this workout. There are many ways to workout during pregnancy. If you need any assistance with said workouts, please feel free to reach out to me and I can upload some vids or something.

**This is not for the weak. Please consult a physician or midwife before attempting workout. User discretion advised.

Why Do Nurses Do It?

I had a student nurse ask me a couple of months ago, “So why did you become a nurse?”. The answer was simple: I watched nurses provide great care to my Nana while she was receiving hospice care and knew in an instant that’s what I wanted out life: caring for those who need it most. But the job is extremely tiring and definitely comes with it’s challenges, and lately I’ve been wondering to myself, “Why in the world do you still do this to yourself?”.

First of all, let me tell you something. Our hospital has been working at max capacity for a year now and people are SICK. Buddy boy that has its own challenges. I don’t know about you, but when I’m not feeling well I’m not the most pleasant person to be around. Patients are the same way. Plus, you are there in your nursing profession to take care of them so they expect nice plus more. Cool, I get it. What about family members watching their loved ones suffer? Usually not the most pleasant person to be around. And going back to us working at max capacity, they’ve been waiting a long time for a bed on the floor because let’s face it, the ER isn’t a fun place to spend your time as a patient. So you take into consideration that we are dealing with sick people and their loved ones who aren’t in their normal state of mind because they aren’t currently normal, we work long hours on our feet, we deal with multiple disciplines within the hospital all trying to work together for one goal, we deal with sometimes faulty machinery because we live in a technology world and it’s not always perfect, we deal with shifts that aren’t always fully staffed and are expected to perform at a normal nurse/patient ratio, we deal with violent patients that are completely out of their minds, we deal with bodily fluids that are not ours and act like it’s completely normal, the list goes on and on for forever and an eternity. WHY DO I DO IT?

I’ve ridden on top of a bed while transferring a patient to the unit so I could “bag” them because they weren’t breathing.

I’ve performed chest compressions on several people because their hearts stopped beating.

I’ve held the hand of a dying man that was yelling out for Jesus because he had no family.

I’ve done post-mortem care on patients because it’s uneasy to some people.

I’ve cried with a patient and held them in my arms praying over them after finding out they had terminal cancer.

I’ve had my arm covered in someone else’s blood because they began bleeding out after surgery and needed pressure held until the surgeon arrived.

I’ve performed the Heimlich on a choking patient with a room full of scared family members watching.

I’ve cared for a demented patient’s broken limbs, bruised body, and broken down skin after their own daughter abused them and let them sleep on a crate covered in their own bodily fluids.

I’ve cared for patients whose family members aren’t ready to let go and are prolonging life when at times it doesn’t seem fair.

I’ve cared for a cannibal in four-point restraints and treated him with as much dignity as the person next door.

WHY DO I DO IT?

It’s not a question really of why do I do it. It’s a question of why do WE do it? Because all of those things I mentioned earlier could not be done if I didn’t work with the people I work with. WE do it because we work with a great team who love and support each on a daily basis. WE do it because we love and care for people. WE do it because when our time comes and we need someone, we want someone that loves and cares for us. WE do it because even if we haven’t made a difference in your life, you’ve made one in ours. WE do it because we are nurses and that’s just what we do.

DIY Carpet Deodorizer

Ok, so first of all let’s clear the air on how I started using Young Living’s essential oils. With my soon-to-be niece and my soon-to-be baby boy on the way, I wanted a house with clean, natural products. The company was introduced to me about a year ago by Katie Strength, but once I became pregnant I really began to think about cleaning my house with clean materials. Next thing I knew, I became a Young Living distributor, received my started pack and my order of Thieves laundry detergent and household cleaner, and I was HOOKED. Anyways, I’m having my church shower this Sunday and decided it was a good time to clean the nursery and make room for our sweet little gifts we’ll be getting this weekend so I got to cleaning. Y’all know we have a jack russell mix and a lab, but what y’all probably don’t know is that they shed and they stink. Not only do they shed and stink, the nursery is their favorite room in the house 🤦🏼‍♀️. My oil momma (Katie Strength) is hosting an online class on Thursday to teach how to utilize your oils and it inspired me it make my own carpet deodorizer to clean my baby’s room.

I read a lot of recipes prior to making mine and almost all of them included Borax. I don’t personally have beef with Borax, but I didn’t know if I wanted it sprinkled on the floor of the nursery where little hands and eyes would be, so I made my own extremely easy recipe without it. Here it goes:

WHAT YOU’LL NEED:

-mason jar or whatever you’d like to store it in

-1/2 cup baking soda

-Young Living essential oils of choice

-nail and hammer

STEPS:

1. Poke enough holes in your mason jar lid with a nail and hammer so that the deodorizer can be sprinkled.

2. Mix 1/2 cup of baking soda and Young Living essential oils in a small bowl. I used 10 drops of Purification and 15 drops of Lavender.

3. Place mixed ingredients in mason jar and close lid.

4. Sprinkle a light, even layer of deodorizer on carpet and allow to sit for 10 minutes.

5. Vacuum room and enjoy the refreshing scent!

Y’ALL, that’s it!! And the nursery smells amazing! I decided to use Purification because it is a natural deodorizer that helps neutralize the air, and Lavender because first of all, um duh it smells amazing, and it also adds a calming, clean, fresh scent. But really you can use whatever combination you already love or any that you want to experiment with!

***Before sprinkling your whole room, I would test the carpet deodorizer on a small corner just to ensure you don’t have any carpet staining.

Enjoy! And happy cleaning! Purchase Oils Here 💕

To the Little Life Within Me

Oh, sweet Ezra Hayes. The closer your due dates arrives the more your dad and I fall in love. We’re so lucky to be given this chance to bring new life into the world and there are so many things we can’t wait to teach you. Your life is something we don’t by any means take for granted. Baby boy, this is our prayer for you:

I pray you know Jesus. Not because “you’re supposed to” or because you grew up hearing about Him, but because you experience His unending love, His grace, and His many blessings he will pour into your life.

I pray that you watch your precious daddy interact with me and others and can become at least half the man he is because he really is an incredible man.

I pray that you value your grandparents and love them to the end of the earth because I can promise you that they love you that much more.

I pray that whenever you become a Big Brother that you treat the title like it’s the best one you’ve ever been given and love your new sibling beyond measure.

I pray that you respect women and treat every woman you encounter with as much respect as you would expect your dad to give me.

I pray that when you experience your first heartache that you pray for guidance and peace and not fight back with a vicious heart.

I pray that you seek adventure but know when it’s time to come back home.

I pray that when you meet the woman that will someday be your wife that you love her like crazy and realize she is truly a blessing from God.

I pray that you know how to hold a gun, bait a hook, build a fire, change your oil, etc. because skills like those are some strong things to possess.

I pray that when you hold your baby in your arms for the first time that you soak up every single second of the awe and beauty that you created.

I pray that when you do wrong or are in the wrong that you admit it and fix it because you are a man of integrity.

I pray that you value your education and realize you are so fortunate to be given one.

I pray that you know the value of a hard earned dollar and appreciate the work that went into earning that dollar.

I pray that you look for opportunities that will better you as an individual because you should never just settle.

I pray that you play a sport and understand the value of working as part of a team.

I pray that you have a fire within you that is so strong and bright it can change the world and make it a better place.

I pray that when you see someone being bullied that you have the courage to speak up for them.

I pray that you never initiate a fight, but if you find yourself in one that someone else started that you finish it fair.

I pray that you don’t fall into peer pressure because you’re trying to be like someone that isn’t worth mimicking.

I pray that you treat others with respect and dignity, even when they don’t deserve it.

Last but not least, I pray that you know that your mom and dad love you beyond belief even when it feels like we’re being so mean and so unfair because it’s only for your own good.

Baby boy, this is our prayer. Amen.