Love More, Judge Less
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
Before I dropped my son off to start his freshman year in college last month, I made myself two promises: 1. I would not cry when I said goodbye, and 2. I would not cry in front of my eight year old younger son during the car ride home. Well, I broke those promises. I
Happiness. This is what I see when I look at this photo. Not crazy happy like everything is perfect, far from it, but we are happy. For this one moment in time, I see smiles, silliness, love and summer. We are all together and it’s my happiness. This weekend is always an emotional one for
Have you ever seen the movie Garden State with Zach Braff and Natalie Portman? I absolutely love that movie but I’ve found it makes me incredibly sad so often I’ll see it on as I’m flipping through my channels and I’ll actually force myself to keep moving. One scene I always shed a few tears
I have three daughters. I have, at times, wondered why I was not blessed with a son. I see the relationship my friends have with their sons and I’m a bit curious and envious. I would have loved to see my husband be a father to a son. I know our family dynamic would be
Recently, I heard a story about a young mom who was looking to hire a photographer to document the birth of her first child. For medical reasons (not that it should matter), she was having a planned c-section. A particular photographer came highly recommended. Upon request of the photo shoot, the photographer told the mom
Last night, I did what thousands of parents do every night on their way home from work: I stopped at the grocery store to pick up dinner. Although I try and plan out our dinners and shop on the weekends (as I detest trying to figure out what to make every night) I found myself
The following is a guest post from Christina Engel. Christina is a full-time paralegal, wife and mom. Her daughter Mollie was born in 2008, and her son Jacob was born 15 months later in 2009. She was born, raised and still lives in Wethersfield and absolutely loves her town and the people who call it their
The following is a guest post from Laura Stott. Laura is a wife, mom to a seven-year-old and four-year-old, and a high school history teacher on the shoreline, where she also grew up. She loves being near the beach and the woods, and having deep roots, though she wishes all of her family were closer.
My son turned eighteen earlier this month. I am now the mother of an adult child. I’m not sure how to feel about this. I remember my son’s first year vividly. Moms with grown children would say things like “Cherish this time because it goes by so fast.” The truth is I didn’t cherish
