Category: Reflections

Still Shuddering

I quickly lose sight of the fact that she is only 4 and a half.  I’ll be the first to admit that I have become complacent.  I leave her to her own devices at times.  Especially when I am trying to run a house by myself.  She is also painfully independent (see aforementioned slamming of bedroom door).  I trust her not to put peas up her nose or to eat crayons.  I am far too trusting.

Why is Self-Care So Hard for Me?

Looking back I wish I could have been kinder to myself. I wish I could have just said to myself that it’s okay to lay down all the time, it’s okay to take a break, and to have actually believed it. But self-care is hard for me. I think it comes down to being a perfectionist and also living in a society that so strongly values productivity and busyness.

The Language Barrier

These days, most of my time is divided between wishing my toddler would talk more, and silently willing nearly everyone else to shut the f*ck up.  You see, my beautiful, bright, sweet little boy has a speech delay – which, while both common and curable, is not without its own set of trials and tribulations. 

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Strange Bedfellows

  Every morning, I wake up in bed with 3 guys, a girl, one turtle and several rabbits.  Far from a sordid arrangement, the reality is closer to a cramped and sometimes stinky circus that includes me, my husband, our toddler and dogs, along with a few of my son’s current favorite stuffed animals. We never planned

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Are You Doing This Right? Musings Over Marriage and Kids.

Even if you’re not a power couple collaborating on a book, you’re still embarking on an amazing journey together. It may sound cliche, but every moment of your life as a parent is an adventure. And any parent who has the privilege of raising children together with a loving, devoted partner has an even sweeter excursion ahead.

You’ve come a long way, Baby

Four years ago today, a tiny baby boy with an incongruously long name made me a mommy. 

Brimming with potential

Every mother is convinced her child is exceptional.  The difference between me and other mothers, however, is that I have supporting data to back it up.