Everyone told me not to do it. Nosy old ladies in the grocery store, seasoned moms at playgrounds, in laws, well meaning friends. They all knew what would happen, and warned me. I didn’t listen, and I did it anyway. I blinked and now there are no more babies in my household. No more nursing,… Read More Jacks Birthday Reflections
My internal battle of I-don’t-feel-like-having-this-conversation-for-the-seventeenth time vs. these-kids-need-you-to-show-up is a rager. For the last thirteen years my days seem like an unrelenting game of whack a mole. Once upon a time, the game’s objective was to tie the shoelaces of three kids that don’t want to stop running around before school or playing the role… Read More Hear me out.
You guys! It’s been way too long! I have to tell you, for a while now I’ve been thinking my blogging days might be over. I had a good run, but maybe it’s time to throw in the towel. But then a few things happened that made me reconsider. I should start off… Read More Since I’ve Been Gone
Several months ago, our eleven-year-old suddenly morphed from a little kid into a tweenager. This (literal and figurative) development thrilled Lili and terrified us. Shortly thereafter, we discovered that my clothes and shoes fit her, another milestone which delighted her but struck fear into my heart. Lil now calls everyone “bruh” and does a… Read More The view from above
Yesterday, my seven year old said to me, “I want to play Legos upstairs.” I glanced up from my phone, and said, “ok, go ahead.” He replied, “No. With you.” WITH YOU. Both of my kids say this all the time. If they go upstairs, out in the backyard, or even to the bathroom, they want me… Read More I’ll Go With You Always
My youngest son started Kindergarten five weeks ago. He was one month away from his fifth birthday—a peanut in my book—and separating from us at drop-off time was difficult. Most mornings, he cried. And, my older son, his big brother, started putting his arm around the back of his neck and lovingly guiding him in… Read More His Brother’s Shadow
…a funny thing happens as you get older (besides hangovers becoming more painful): you start to prioritize things differently. … Read More Laugh Lines and Serenity: This is 41.
And so, with each moment that I long to live again or live for a little longer, I also yearn to experience what will be … all that has yet to come. And, while I may hold on to every last for as long as I possibly can, I am also embracing every new first. … Read More As We Once Were
Last night, as I was cooking dinner, my mind wandered onto thoughts of my grandmother as it often does. I started thinking about how full her life has been. She worked. She owned a business. She raised a family. She is an amazing friend. She was involved in politics. She served the town in various capacities, etc., and yet, at the end of every day, the thing that she feels pressed to do is cook dinner for “the kids.” … Read More It All Comes Down to Family
Four years ago today, a tiny baby boy with an incongruously long name made me a mommy. … Read More You’ve come a long way, Baby
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