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
As I descended the staircase of my office building yesterday, a thought popped into my head about the work I do. I’m usually inclined to say “I’m a lawyer” when someone asks me what I do for a living, where I work, what I do for work, etc. I let that three-word descriptor marinate
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
I’m having a rough day today. I’m in a funk and I wasn’t sure I could pinpoint the reason. But if I’m being honest with myself I think it’s because I miss my daughter. I should be welcoming these hours I get today (and, most of the time, do) that I’m not with her because
This week I attended a CPR recertification course required to keep my coaching credentials in good standing. I’m also required over the years to keep up with my continuing education credits to ensure that I’m up to date on the latest information affecting my job. But where’s my education for my most important job, the
Forgive the frazzled mom… …those stains on her clothes are from today. Trust me; her kids give her constant reason to do laundry so there’s no such thing as “old stains”. Forgive the frazzled mom… …she neglected to use her blinker when making that turn, causing you to wait unnecessarily. She was trying to
Things have been crazy busy with me. Between scoping out potential office space for my practice, keeping up with client phone calls and emails, trying to remember to bill people for my time (I have this thing about taking people’s money! It feels so weird!), and keeping house and home with two little ones, the
At the end of the school year everything goes on hyper-speed. In the eight week period between Spring Break and the end of the term, there are a multitude of school-sponsored events, both during the day and after school – School Pride Week, Field Day, the Ice Cream Social, the Art Fair, the Spring Music
Now that my daughter is right around the corner from two years old, I’m pretty sure I’ve got this mommy thing worked out. Hahahahahahaha that’s a lie because no one ever figures this stuff out. But I can say, I think I’ve hit something of a stride – a certain comfort level, at least
We were sitting on the floor – me, cross legged and she in my lap – drawing on the chalkboard wall. As I wrote the letters, she called them out: L – O – V – E “What does that spell?” I asked. “Mommy!” she said. I just smiled, writing that word next.
