Tag: growing up

Since I’ve Been Gone

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

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The view from above

  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

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I’ll Go With You Always

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

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His Brother’s Shadow

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

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It All Comes Down to Family

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.”

You’ve come a long way, Baby

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

My Wish: A Letter To My Children

I have heard many parents say that when they are with their children, they long for a break. And when they have a break, they long for their children. I am not immune to this by any means. Many days are spent yelling and not because I do not want to do better. But because sometimes I am too tired or overwhelmed. And sometimes, I just do not know how. But please know that every night I long for a better tomorrow.

Dear Struggling Mom, It’s OK to Hate This

The expectation versus the reality of having children is wildly different. Every stage is a challenge and nothing at all like you imagined. Above all, it’s harder than you ever expected. There are so many parts of motherhood that just plain suck, and it’s ok to hate them.