Ten years ago, I spent 30 of the most excruciating, boring, horrible, wonderful hours in labor with my first. I could probably recount in infinitesimal detail those 30 hours, how I felt, what happened, what didn’t, and who said what to finally get me through the finish line of labor. It felt like forever. AndContinue reading “10”
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When I Grow Up, I Want to be Like my Kids
We’ve been on a hamster wheel of non-stop activity and change since spring. Every day I keep thinking that’s the day my real life will start. The day when I own my life again. The day when I feel comfortable and ready and the hours stretch ahead of me in an organized and productive way.Continue reading “When I Grow Up, I Want to be Like my Kids”
Saying Goodbye Begins
I am in pain today. Tears and heartache. I am raw and vulnerable. My soul feels exposed and uncomfortable as it tries to hide from the harsh light and dry air of the outside. I want to crawl back into my bed and pretend it’s all not happening. But it is. We are moving. AwayContinue reading “Saying Goodbye Begins”
Learning to Write From my Kindergartner
Somehow I lost October and November. Sixty-one days evaporated from my calendar. Erased like dust in an etch-a-sketch. There one minute. Gone the next. Between the great kitchen renovation project of 2015 followed closely on its heels by Thanksgiving, two months are a blur of construction dust, paint fumes, shopping and chopping. December easedContinue reading “Learning to Write From my Kindergartner”
Remembering and Sharing
As parents there are certain conversations we dread: explaining divorce. Explaining sex. Explaining death. They strike fear in our hearts and send shivers up our spines. We avoid them until we can’t. We try to water down topics to age appropriate language and comparisons in order to tell just enough without guaranteeing our children are blamingContinue reading “Remembering and Sharing”
2:00 pm
2:00 pm. One hour until the bus returns my tired, sweaty, fidgety, hungry children back to me. In the hours since they have left, I’ve made the bed, done the dishes, walked three miles, showered, eaten two meals and attempted some semblance of work. With the one hour mark comes the pressure. Did I doContinue reading “2:00 pm”
Do For You
I remember when my first was born and someone told me about the airplane model of parenting – attach your own oxygen mask first before assisting others. Seemed like a no brainer in that last month of pregnancy, but it wasn’t until I realized I was dashing out of the shower with barely rinsed outContinue reading “Do For You”
The Weight of my Son
My son stands in the surf regarding the horizon. His face is calm as he receives the waves, the wind, the sun. The lip of the ocean kisses his toes, embraces his ankles. He looks so small against the stretch of sand, the girth of the Atlantic, the enormity of the horizon. But there heContinue reading “The Weight of my Son”
A Glimpse Into the Future
The five year old (B) had his best girl friend (K) over for a play date yesterday afternoon. They are both silly personalities and I was already giggling from their ongoing conversations and negotiations when during lunch I witnessed this conversation: K: What’s your favorite, favorite, favorite thing in the world? B: I don’t know. (Thinking)Continue reading “A Glimpse Into the Future”
Parenting in the Big Picture
I had a crisis of confidence last week. My already truncated available time for writing was being impinged by a dental appointment for one kid, a canceled after school activity for the other and some sort of malaise that had me off for about 24 hours. As I forced myself into the seat to tryContinue reading “Parenting in the Big Picture”