Earlier this month for Mother’s day I received a three month subscription to loved and blessed. While I try to stay away from talking about most hot button topics ( If you haven’t been to my social media pages before there is a purposeful lack of anything and everything elated to politics) I was really excited for some spiritual encouragement arriving to me monthly.
So, A quick explanation of their service: Loved and blessed is a Non denominational christian subscription box service. It’s $12 a month including shipping. Each box follows a theme and you receive a mini poster, sticker, and a gift for that theme.
This month’s theme was trust. It came with the adorable tote and a green floating candle ( which you are instructed to read a particular scripture in a quiet place with the candle floating in a glass). It also came with a scripture card to put in your wallet and a card and note to send encouragement to a friend, which I will be sending to my friend who attends the morning service at the same church as us.
As you can see, I wasn’t the only one excited about that tote ( we ended up taking it to the farmers market with us). I am super excited for next month’s box and I would 100% encourage anyone looking for a boost of faith each month to subscribe
If you haven’t already connected with me on Instagram ( @quirkworkymama ) you wouldn’t have noticed my hashtag ( #quirkyturns20 ) scattered across my feed. Today was my 20th birthday and I spent the day up in the mountains drinking Lavender Chai lattes and buying pretty rocks ( which, with that a super awesome announcement will be on the way ). I also got tons on super amazing presents, including the Urban Decay through the looking glass palette. And because I love all of my blog readers so much, I am only sharing my swatches on here ( everyone else doesn’t have the super awesome privilege of seeing these amazing shades on my skin, I know SUCH a privilege ).
Guys, Let me start off by saying this is the prettiest Palette I’ve ever own. I would buy this just for the box. Even long after these shadows are gone I will be keeping this box. Now, for what I know all of you came here for: Swatches!!!!
The first Column of shadows is Named Alice. It has nice neutrals with a pop of blue.
The Second Column Hatter is my very favorite! so many bright colors embodying everything that is the mad hatter ( swoon)
Pictures do the Mirana Column no justice. The top shade lily is beautifully iridescent. it brings a cute spin to a more neutral look ( which is normally my everyday look , so I need something like this).
Can we talk about that Salazen Grum shade. It’s like a candy apple rolled in pixie dust. I can’t stop looking at it!
I don’t do smokey eyes, but I’m about to start. I can literally picture a romantic evening out with my husband glammed out with these smoky colors.
You guys placing an order yet? I totally urge you too, If not for the fandom, for the amazing color saturation, satiny feel, and zero fall out! I’ve never had urban decay shadows before this and I am now 100% hooked! you guys buy any good palettes lately? Stay tuned for my big announcement coming soon ( it is literally the reason I haven’t posted in almost a month so it’s gonna be good, trust me)
It’s always the same, whether it be an interview or meeting someone new. It starts out pleasant, they find out I am mother to two little girls and the response is normally along the lines of ‘oh goodness you have your hands full’. Laughs are exchanged and things seem to be going well. Then the elephant in the room is noticed: I’m only 19. Followed by this realization is the look: That tight lipped smile you give when you’re judging someone. I like to think of it as the deal – breaker look; we can’t be friends because I’m a teen mom.
The shame and stigma Teen parents face is saddening. Even without knowing that person or their personal story, they are considered a statistic, and told how they have ruined their life or that they will never be able to support their child. People Assume you will never make something of yourself, and that you won’t take care of your child & party all the time. Suddenly people think they know all about your character, that you have no morals. They think that who you are is what they perceive to be the typical teen mom: which most of the time that ‘typical teen mom’ they speak of are the ones on MTV making terrible decisions on national television that will follow their children through life.
I found out I was pregnant with my first daughter 5 months after my 17th birthday. I was in college majoring in Accounting, working a full time job, and in a fulfilling relationship with my now husband. My story doesn’t involve dropping out of high school (although I did drop out of college when I realized that I didn’t want to pursue a career as an accountant, best decision ever by the way) and spending weekends partying as soon as Sophia was born. My story is about a wife and mother of 2 who happens to be 19. I have a job, work hard, and am currently taking the classes to start a career in pharmacy. Is life easy for me? No of course not, but life isn’t easy, it takes hard work to get ahead in life regardless of what age you decided to have children. Do I regret being a teen mother? No way! I am blessed to have these two beautiful girls, and raising them with my husband is a beautiful learning experience every day. Sophia and Lydia have taught us what it means to be a family and to love someone unconditionally with our whole hearts, these two wonderful little people have strengthened my love in my husband and god.
Being a teen mother is no different than being a mother at the ‘ideal age’ (which, honestly there being an ideal age to bear children is a little bogus if you ask me). Being a mother has nothing to do with age, it’s about loving and caring for your child. It’s about time outs, bubble baths & story time. Being a mother (even a teen mother) is a beautiful blessing and there should be no shame.
I’m a mom. I have 2 beautiful daughters and I love them to pieces. I talk more about my kids than I do myself. Even with the love that floods my heart for my littles, I have to admit: it’s hard sometimes. My newborn cries, my toddler throws things, and no one ever has matching socks. Being a working mom has even more of it’s own unique hardships: My job is never done. The end of my workday consists of the few hours I get to sleep ( 6 hours total with a feeding halfway through). I also feel guilty: I missed the first steps of my oldest daughter because I was headed downstairs to change out of my work clothes. Tears have fallen over missed moments with my children. I’ll never be a stay at home mom and until both my kids are in school, the time I’m at work are times where my absence at home is noticed. Don’t think I’m trying to scare you away from having kids though, I’m not. Being a mother is the hardest job I’ve ever had; but it’s worth every minute. For every missed moment, there are twice as many Memories made. Every tantrum ends in hugs, and the lack of sleep will forever be worth see them grow into the people they are meant to be. There are many more trials ahead, and I will always be a mother ( hopefully one day I will have the honor of being a grandmother), but I will embrace it. The good, the bad, and the worse (diaper blowouts and sticking our hands in the toilet) and I wouldn’t change it for the world.