Kate Wicker

Storyteller & Speaker

Helplessness

I don’t know what made me wake up at just after 4 a.m. I did not hear any crying, but I climbed out of bed, though I’m not supposed to, and fumbled my way through the dark hallway. I cracked open the door to Madeline’s bedroom wide and saw Gaba cuddling close to her inRead the whole post >>

Thank You…

…for humoring me and for putting up with my ridiculously self-absorbed, sleepless-in-Georgia post. I know I recently wrote about not comparing crosses, but when I have a cousin with leukemia fighting for his life, a friend who just lost someone important to her family to suicide, other friends who are suffering the loss of aRead the whole post >>

I’m Feeling Better Already

I’m still tired, but when my 4-year-old climbed onto my lap and pressed her warm body against me, I instantly felt comforted. Isn’t it ironic that the very children who can sometimes emotionally drain us through no real fault of their own are also the ones who fill us up and give us the strengthRead the whole post >>

Operating in Survival Mode

They look cute, don’t they? Two sweet girls slumbering side-by-side. If only the pictures captured how I felt: Content and well-rested. I’m anything but that after last night. After Dave and I returned home from a short weekend getaway, I discovered that Rachel Marie no longer wanted to sleep alone. Her nana had informed usRead the whole post >>