Dear Timo, Every year on your birthday, I look at photos of you, and I marvel… and cry. Somehow, in the blink of an eye, you have gone from a 5 pound newborn to a 5 year-old boy. Beautiful at birth, delicate and serene, we fawned over your exquisite bone structure… which was quickly obscured… Read More A letter to my son on his 5th birthday
Helicopter parents are a readily identifiable species: Omnipresent, hovering, constantly scanning the area for dangers (both real and imagined) that might warrant swooping in to rescue their beloved child(ren). Many people know at least a few who fit that description, and some of us will recognize ourselves therein. Although I do not know if there… Read More I’m not ashamed to be a helicopter parent
I have three amazing daughters. I had two very close together during my late twenties and my third when I was 35. Leaving a large age gap between Baby #2 and Baby #3 (six years) had not been our original plan. Once we realized that time had gotten away from us, Plan B had been… Read More I’m Not Having Any More Children (I Mean it This Time)
Until I had my daughter I never knew what people meant when they said their heart was full. Sure, I’ve known love and happiness, and joy, to where I’ve been more content than I thought possible, but in the moment of my daughter’s birth…my heart filled and swelled and stretched to a point I could… Read More Full heart
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