I never really wanted to be a dance mom. As the mother of three daughters, I figured it would be inevitable that at least one of them would want to dance. I resisted for many years as my older two were more interested in soccer than in dance. My littlest, however, had other plans and
We hear, “you’re going to miss this when it’s over” or “you’ll look back on this and smile” and other annoying cliches from older parents all of the time. But as I’m beginning to identify with those “older” (gasp) parents I have to say, they were right.
Four years ago today, a tiny baby boy with an incongruously long name made me a mommy.
Recently I took part in a facebook challenge to post black and white pictures of my life for 7 days, no people, no exceptions. I didn’t realize how hard it was to not take pictures of people – particularly my kids. I even asked the friend who challenged me, “Do the kids count as people?”
To cuddle, they say, is to hold someone close. To hug and to snuggle those you love most. There are two in particular who I love to cuddle. We three come together before bed to snuggle. On half of the couch we all squish together, wrapped in a blanket in all types of weather. We
As moms, we know that motherhood can be messy – both literally and figuratively. From spilled food to a chaotic schedule, being a mom isn’t exactly how I had pictured it. I think this is partly because I’ve always been sort of a control freak; trying to control life so that it goes according to my
