Whether you are here on purpose or happened to stumble across it, welcome to my blog! Let me introduce myself. My name is Kayleigh and I’m a 32-year-old stay-at-home mom to four beautiful kids: Taylor – age 13, Harlow – age 10, Everleigh – age 9, and Daxton – age 2. My husband has a daughter who was two years old when I met him, who lives with us full time and who occupies as much of my heart as my three biological children. I was born, raised, and still live in Southern California. I’ve been married to my husband for 11 years and it hasn’t always been easy. As any married person can tell you, marriage is a roller coaster ride that definitely requires work. There are always going to be problems that you need to work through and it can be so rewarding to get through those problems together. I’m happy to say we are pretty darned good these days and I will definitely share on that later, too.
My hope for this blog is that sharing the struggles and joys of motherhood and realness of life, will help others know that you’re definitely not alone!
I have so much to share with you, but I’d like to start with something I’ve dealt with my whole life: depression. Depression for me, started out in the form of anxiety as a young child. I remember being very young, maybe four or five years old, and being afraid to die. Why would a child so young be worried about something like dying? I’m not sure why I feared death so much, because I wasn’t even familiar with it. No one close to me had died. Now, when I reflect on it, it seems totally illogical, but my little mind was filled with worry. I worried about other things, too, like feeling sorry for people. I’m not talking about feeling sorry for people for rational things, either. Here are a couple of examples: When I was young, my mom was the only one in my family with blonde hair. Everyone else was brunette. I felt so bad that my mom was “left out.” One night I asked her, “Mommy? Are you sad because you’re the only one with blonde hair?” Of course, she thought that was the silliest question and laughed about it. On another occasion, we were getting dinner out and everyone (meaning me, my dad, and two brothers) wanted hamburgers. My mom wanted a chicken sandwich. I asked my mom if she was sad because she was the only one getting a chicken sandwich. She laughed and said, “No, I’m not sad, because I’m getting what I want.” I don’t know why I worried about silly things like that, but I did, and I’ve lived with depression/anxiety my whole life. Of course, as I got older, the subject of my worry changed to many things, including my parents divorcing and a near-death experience I had in my late teens, but I’ll talk about those things in future blogs for sure. I have so much to talk about. Stay tuned!
If you have questions, comments, suggestions, or anything else you’d like to say, please feel free to reach out to me! I want to be someone that helps you through this momma life and everything that comes with it. Thanks for stopping by and I hope you come back!
My sweet sweet babies ❤️