Love More, Judge Less
My Sweet Child, We are finding ourselves once again in a familiar dance. The catalyst being the bruising of your tender places and the grand finale undoubtedly containing quite the bang. When you were young, I would sit in the middle of your room as you spiraled and raged around me. Silent and still, just sitting…waiting.
In the past year I have read several articles about the “emotional labor” and “mental load” of motherhood. Moms plan/coordinate everyone’s schedules, arrange carpools, schedule doctors appointments, research and schedule contractors/repairmen, plan vacations, arrange teacher conferences, locate missing household items, keep track of homework due dates, plan/coordinate meals, manage clothing needs, and even make
For years now, my identity has revolved around being a mother. And years before that, while my wife and I struggled with infertility, much of my identity revolved around wanting to be a mother. I’m coming to a place in my life where I need to take some space from that part of me or else risk being
We don’t tend to go out to eat much because we rarely have a good experience and by the end of the meal we’re all rather annoyed. Being totally honest it has nothing to do with the kids’ behavior but rather those around us. But several weeks ago we decided to take the kids out to
My wife and I have been together for almost 20 years. She’s the calm to my storm and I’m the go to her stop. We fight, and laugh, and hurt, and love just like all couples and one of my favorite things to do in a quiet moment is to read back over our text
It is hard to believe that our littlest, Livy, is almost 1 years old! It seems like just yesterday I was writing about expecting her and finding out she was going to be born with symbrachydactyly (which is a fancy word for missing some of her fingers on her left hand). As she has grown
Dear Drunk Driver, Let me tell you about my sister. She’s a mom to 2 young kids, a secretary at a school, an avid volunteer for the Specials Olympics, the president of the board at her son’s preschool, a loving wife, my best friend, and just an all around good human being. Oh, and she
When my kids went back to school and they needed backpacks, pencils, and folders, I went out and bought them. When my kids need help with their homework, or an ear to listen, or a shoulder to cry on, I’m there for them. These are things we sometimes take for granted; however, not all children have that
October 11th is National Coming Out Day At 17 years old, I was struggling to figure out who I was and where I fit in the world that felt, perpetually, just out of reach. I was also in love. It was an all-encompassing kind of love that warmed my belly and dizzied my head, like that
I’ve been afraid of this since she was born. There’s a phenomenon in the Down syndrome community – or well, I guess the entire community of the world – where as our kids get older and toddler cuteness wears off, something changes. Not with us. With everyone else. The other kids have learned to speak
