Devon Ledbetter is a writer and editor based in Florida. She holds a BA in English from Florida State University. She currently formerly worked as a Digital Editor with Love What Matters and has previously had works published with College Magazine and Her Campus. Her favorite pastimes include beach trips, baking, and concerts. You can learn more about Devon through her portfolio https://dnl16b.wixsite.com/ledbetter-portfolio
“Exhausted from the broken vase before we left. Exhausted from the night before because I could feel jabs of his kicks while he laid next to me in bed and tossed and turned. Exhausted from correcting behavior. Exhausted from ALL. THE. MELTDOWNS.”
“The day we took her home was INCREDIBLE. We drove home with her hooked up to machines in the car with the sun shining down on us. Allison got to go home with her family.”
“The name of each donor is written on the back of the puzzle that hangs above their beds. Each piece of the puzzle tells a story because each donor gave an incredible gift.”
“They need someone to hold them at night to mend the holes in their hearts. They need someone to say, ‘It’s going to be okay,’ when tears come, or ‘Good job, buddy,’ when they start pedaling their tricycle on their own.”
“Breastfeeding a toddler amidst mounds of laundry is an average daily task. Just because we make it LOOK easy, doesn’t mean it is.”
“How many more times will they crawl up next to you and ease their tiny body against yours for comfort? The chores will always be there, but this second in time is just that; a split second.”
“You get a BRAND NEW part of my heart, a section which grew just for you.”
“You NEVER see it coming. You find yourself wishing there was one more time. I’ll say ‘yes’ as long as I can.”
“After a dreadful ride home, I walked into the bathroom with my mom. 16-year-old me stood there, already knowing what the outcome of the pregnancy test would be. Two lines. My mom and I started crying. I fell to my knees. ‘What am I going to do? I was supposed to graduate. I was supposed to go to college.’ My mom looked down at me, ‘You will.'”
“In my house, we accept people as they are and support them to be who they want to be. Because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.”
