My Cocoon

I started this blog just after our Little Flower was born and it has been neglected to say the least. Its original purpose was to serve as a place for me to write and to keep a virtual scrapbook, if you will, for my oldest daughter. I made a decision to shut it down after an ex-boyfriend started posting negative comments on my posts. It’s been many years and what seems like a lifetime of experiences later. I have long since decided I will not allow that person to have any more power over me. I love writing. I love the way the blank page brings life to the thoughts and feelings floating around in my head. Much like the lined spaces of the many composition books I used to express myself when I was younger. This will be messy. My life is messy. I may be late. I am always late, but if you care to have a sneak peek into the reality that comes with motherhood, divorce, remarriage, blended dysfunctional families, and so much more, stick around. Maybe from time to time you just might find value in the chaos.

I just ask that you please remember this is MY blog.

My personal thoughts.My Feelings on every thing from faith, to food to the latest scam….the iPhone. LOL! This is me as Uncensored.


photoThis is the man that made me the woman I am today. Mommymetamorphosis. He has taught me how to love myself and in return love more openly, honestly, and freely than I ever have in my life. He is the father of my two little beauties and for that I am beyond grateful.







He is also the stepdad to my sons, with whom my mothering journey all began. He is the one who brought me back to life. On August 13, 2010. Back to a life that I have always wanted, cherished, and prayed for. A life I will never take for granted again. He is my husband, John and I thank God for him every day.

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I also have 2 step-sons, who are 15 and 14. One of them has Autism.










Yes, my house can be a bit crazy when we are all together, but all of the boys do not primarily live with us full-time. So we go from four to eight and ninety miles an hour very quickly around here. During those times I am almost always grossly reminded to look before I take a seat on the toilet… it is never dry. I spend most of those days spinning my way around the kitchen serving the very hungry appetites of four teenage boys, who have metabolisms to die for. Sitting still during the days we are all together is rarely an option and I think that could be true for most people with active children.

Even after our newest baby arrived, we were off and running to the next activity. These activities are usually based around the season and sport they are participating in at the time.

Sigh. My butt hurts just thinking about all the bleachers I’ve sat upon and will sit upon in the future, supporting my active sports crazed sons, but it could be worse… I could be begging them to get off the couch and go outside.



Did I mention I was divorced? It’s been about 11 years or more and part of the reason I needed and wanted to start this blog. Divorce is hard, no matter how you slice it, there really isn’t a lot to prepare you for the harder work that follows. Dealing with an ex and your new spouse’s ex is not always pleasant, to say the least, and blending our families into one with older children can be even harder.


When all the boys are with their other parents we are our own little pod and the house used to seem oddly quiet, until the baby turned into a toddler and we added onto our pod with another little girl. Now instead of racing from sport event to sport event we are playing dress up, having tea parties, and painting toe nails, ‘just like Mama?!’ 


This is my journey through life after divorce, losing my mother to breast cancer, remarriage with teens, a toddler and a new baby. I am open, honest, and forthcoming. My experiences have brought me to where I am today and from what I have learned that is continuously changing.

Welcome to my metamorphosis! Thanks for visiting.


8 Responses to My Cocoon

  1. Susan says:

    Truly, truly, truly….I love reading this. You can go throughout life having many different experiences. Good, bad, whatever, but never learn anything from any of them, what a waste . It would all be in vain. What you do with those experiences is really what matters. Learn from them and teach others! That is why i love this. You are not feeling sorry for yourself, you are healing and by doing so you helping others.

    Well written and enjoyabke to read!

    Love you “sister by heart”!

  2. April says:

    This is so lovely and you are so beautiful!!

  3. Liza Wyles says:

    I look forward to reading more entries about your journey. You’re a brave woman!

  4. Lance says:

    parallel lives

    I live with 4 women, though. My first marriage produced my middle daughter, a tomboy karate master 8-year-old. I remarried 4 years ago and now have three daughters including a 16-year-old cheerleader (pray for me, even if you aren’t religious) and a sweet little 7-year-old princess. there are no steps in our house, except the ones that go upstairs. But there are multiple families and children goes elsewhere sometimes.

    you have a lovely family but keep those boys away from my girls, I know you know what I’m saying.

    Nice to meet you.

    • I will pray for you, but you must do so in return. As for my boys staying away from your girls… there are all still extremely immature and wouldn’t know what to do with a girl if it bit them in the ass. LOL! Now that they have a younger sister, I am continually reminding them that penis, isn’t exactly the first word we want her to say, and to leave it alone, it will grow. My boys once had a conversation, while I was within ear-shot, about me not being “so girly” I guess I will take it as a compliment because in the same breath they said, “and she can throw a mean football.”

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