Grasping

Sep 3, 2015 by

I can’t stop this forward motion. Every day my daughters are growing. Unneeded step stools litter the hall. Audrey can feed the fish by herself and Olivia no longer listens to me read to her. Instead, she reads to me.

Every new school year just reminds me how fleeting their childhoods are. Four and six. Still so little, but weren’t they just a newborn and 22 months old? Spoon-feeding sweet potatoes and mixing formula?

Everyone always says to enjoy every moment and I always feel guilty because there are plenty of moments I have not, do not and likely will not enjoy, but the reason behind the advice rings all too true.

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This girl is on fire

Jul 2, 2015 by

Another installment of five-year-old feminism over here, folks. Honestly, this kid is constantly surprising me and making me proud. Late last year I wrote about Olivia’s struggle with feeling like, as a girl, she couldn’t do certain things that her boy friends could do. I gotta say, that wore on me. I did a lot of fretting and worrying and trying to figure out how best to ingrain in her the belief that she can.

Then, the other night, as we were getting ready for bed, she said, “You know, Mommy, there has never been a girl president.” And I thought to myself, oh dear, here we go again. Before I could respond, she added, “…yet.”

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Dragons Love Parties

Jun 11, 2015 by

Get ready, folks. I’m about to plan another goodie bagless birthday party! We decided this year to take it a step further. Olivia will be six and I feel like she’s old enough to get this concept (I would credit who I heard it from, but school ends next week and Dunk-a-Teacher is tomorrow, and today was Bring a Magic Trick, and there are class parties and half days and I just don’t remember anything right now.), so I threw it out to her: We could either have a big party for all of her school friends and rent a giant bounce house (which is still her preferred method of partying) or we could have a small family party and use the money we would have spent on the big party to buy her a larger, meaningful gift. If I’m honest, I can’t even remember the last time we bought her an actual birthday gift. Every year when I’m eyeing what we spent on the party (even WITHOUT goodie bags), I’m like, DAYUM, KID. THIS IS YOUR GIFT. BYE.

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Flashing before my eyes

May 14, 2015 by

I turn 40 in a few short days and it has hit me like the cliché ton of bricks people often talk about. Where did my life go? Not to sound overly dramatic, but honestly? It’s very likely that at least half of it is over. And, having had both parents die in their 40s, well, let’s just say it’s hard for me to believe I even have half left (as ridiculous as it is).

Forty, man. The last time I checked, I looked like this:

My very first Facebook profile picture.

And so while I’m in the middle of this tornado of realization that life indeed is fleeting (even my own) and everything does go by so fast, my youngest child turned four years old. I no longer have a baby or even a toddler anymore. I only have a preschooler for one more short year.

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It’s not funny

Apr 30, 2015 by

I am so frustrated and angry, I don’t even know if I can get through this post. This… ignorance. I mean, okay. I know it’s all around and everywhere but DAMN if Facebook doesn’t just smack you in the face with it on the regular.

People post memes and “jokes” and can’t understand why it’s offensive. And I dive into the rabbit hole every. single. time. WHY?!?!?! I’m sure my husband is thinking that himself. Don’t even go there, Steph. I can hear him saying it now. But, I have to. SOMEBODY has to. Will it make a difference? Maybe not. Probably not, but that doesn’t make it okay to keep quiet.

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