A Mother’s “Time Out”

Jan 30, 2015 by

Before I had my daughter my free time was dedicated to whatever I wanted to do. I didn’t have to run to the grocery store or to target to buy diapers and wipes. I had a blank slate of free time and chose to do whatever I wanted and I loved it. Since having a baby, while those times have not necessarily changed, they have been altered.

Last weekend, my husband got our daughter ready for bed while I went on a much-needed shopping trip to my “homes away from home”, also known as Marshalls Home Goods! I was gone for well over three hours when my husband called to make sure I was ok. I said to him that everything is fine; I’m shopping, having fun and enjoying your debit card!

What You Do When You Don’t Know What To Do

Jan 30, 2015 by

Two weeks ago my son tried out for the middle school basketball team.  He didn’t expect to be selected for the team – in fact, he told me that they only chose one or two sixth graders – the rest of the team was made up of seventh and eighth grade boys.  His goal was to show the coach that he could play  and show the coach his enthusiasm for the game in the hope that he’d make the team next year.

Well, the roster was posted today and he made the team…as the “Equipment Manager.”

Sometimes I even surprise myself

Jan 29, 2015 by

A few months back, I was fortunate to attend a panel presentation featuring four locals who are part of the transgender community.  Three were transgender individuals and another was the mother of a grown child who had recently begun a transition.  Their message was fascinating and here’s why: it’s exactly what I’ve been trying to convey to people about my daughter for more than four years.

They didn’t want special treatment (whether positive or negative) they just want to BE.  They weren’t looking to be pitied. Sure they’d had struggles but who hasn’t?  They were looking for some degree of understanding, acceptance, and just the ability to go about their lives. Isn’t that really just what everyone wants? Because they are people, just like everyone else.

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A JAWsome Shark Valentine- DIY Shark Valentines

Jan 29, 2015 by


I am a mom of a boy.  He’s totally a boys boy.  Lover of all things ROAR! and VROOM! and FAST! and CRASH!  So when thinking about Valentine’s Day, the lovingest, pinkest, and sweetest holiday of the year, I needed to be choosy about the love messages my main man would be sending out to all of his friends at school.  There’s no secret about this- the boy LOVES SHARKS.


Seriously- how many shark shirts can one boy have? Answer- as many as he dang well pleases!

We do shark crafts.


We demand face painting clowns at preschool to give us Shark tattoos.


So what else is left to do but…

We will hand out shark valentines to our friends!!


Snowed In

Jan 29, 2015 by

I know the forecast for this week’s BLIZZARD OF THE CENTURY was off for many areas of the state, but it was enough to call school early Monday and cancel Tuesday and Wednesday. We got about 18 inches and record-breaking or not, it was a lot. My kids were out of their minds. Couldn’t wait to get out in it. They lasted about 10 minutes before they declared it “too deep” to play in. What is that madness?

Why did we think this would be fun?

Why did we think this would be fun?

So, there we were. Snowed in with children who did not wish to play in the snow they had so fervently prayed for. Oh, and of course, my husband and I were trying to work from home, which HAHAHAHAHAHAAOMG.

A Memory

Jan 29, 2015 by

I’m so glad I kept a journal in my early days of parenting, when we were first meeting our children, and learning the foster parent dance. There are some magical moments caught in there…

I noticed early on that it was very powerful to say to my son, “I am glad you are here.” I told him over and over and over again – sometimes 10 or 20 times a day.

“I’m glad you are here.”
“I’m so happy to know you.”
“You are welcome here.”

For the first 6 to 9 months, he would respond by shouting “Don’t say that!” or “I’m not tryin’ to hear you!” But regardless of his words, his voice would soften and the tantrums would calm.

After that he would mostly ignore me or respond with an oh-so-pleasant eye roll and “I kno-wah. You said that before.”

The Impact of Finding a Sisterhood

Jan 29, 2015 by

No matter how many parenting books you read, or websites you dig through, nothing can truly prepare you for the day you become a mom. It’s so exciting and terrifying and wonderful and nerve-wracking and beautiful and stressful – all at the same time.

When I became a writer for ctworkingmoms.com (I’m so thankful Michelle took a chance on me!) I was 8 months pregnant with my second daughter. The very first blog post I wrote for CTWM’s was something very personal. It was so difficult to talk about, yet at the same time it was actually therapeutic to get it all out there in the open. It had been my dirty little secret until the day I decided to share it here with you all. The idea that maybe there was another mom out there going through something similar, who could possibly relate and feel less alone, made me feel like it was worth sharing.

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