“I love being a boy mom. We get to go and play in dirt and go to the park and get rough.
I start radiology clinicals in a month and a half. It’s nonstop. I got an 8 a.m. class and I work third shift at Ford, so you do the math. I’m not getting much sleep in between. If I (protest) and my life is taken from me, who’s going to be there for my baby? So that’s why I had to do it from the sideline.
The gun range, it lets out a lot of built-up frustration of the week. I kind of just let it out, let it go, move on. Painting, it’s very calming and relaxing. You don’t really think about what you’re doing — you just do it.
I come off really strong, really direct, but I’m so compassionate and I’m so caring. It just takes me a second to let down any type of barrier. And I don’t mean anything by it when I come off that strong. I’m so honest. I just…been through a lot. I hate asking for help. I hate anything that requires me to feel vulnerable, but to know that I do have that option, that makes me feel good on the inside.
At the end of the day, when my son tells me goodnight, it’s that little peace that you get when everything settles down. It makes me think that it’s going to be OK.”