Pass it On
I got an email from a former co-worker and friend this morning. She started it off by saying it was “out of the blue” and random, but then she went on to put the biggest smile on my face. It wasn’t a...
View ArticleThe Agony and the … Agony.
I grew up in a Southern Baptist church. Although we had a Christmas “show” it consisted of the choir members singing and it wasn’t until I was much older that the church started doing a live nativity...
View ArticleEven at Three
Sometimes, in the midst of the temper tantrums and “why’s” and craziness of three, I forget just how freaking amazing it is, too. I mean, it’s a tough age but in between the madness there are...
View ArticleMomster and the Hi-Yah Guy
I tell my kid bedtime stories. I mean, I read them to him, too, but my favorite times are when he says “Tell me a story, Mommy” and we launch into a magical world where he and I, just the two of us,...
View ArticleUnmasking SuperMom
On my birthday (which was Friday, in case you missed the sound of oldness), I got several “happy birthday’s” on Facebook, which, let’s face it… is the best part of Facebook. Anyhow, two of those...
View ArticleBabies Don’t Keep
Dropping J off at school this morning was probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Don’t get me wrong, I love his daycare and I know he is as safe there as he is anywhere, but oh the agony...
View ArticleThe Christmas Story
This time of year does something to me, ever since I became a mother. I didn’t realize it until 2009, when J was just four months old, and I found myself sitting in a church pew on Christmas eve,...
View ArticleBack to the Daily Grind
The thing about having time off for the holidays is this… eventually it comes to an end. Eventually, you have to get up and shower and put on clothes other than pajamas that are red and white and say...
View ArticleAll My Mistakes
When I crawled out of bed, you were still sleeping, lashes flush across your cheeks and one arm thrown out across the bed as if you were claiming all of it as your own. I was as silent as possible,...
View ArticleThe Death of a Paci
So if you read my post on the half-marathon, you may remember a small bit about … dun dun dun… J’s pacifier. My son has had a pacifier since he was born… every night, most days, almost constantly...
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Becoming Mom Material
Before, eons and eons ago when I was not someone’s mother, I thought that motherhood might not be for me. I worried that I wouldn’t “take to it” … that I’d be bad at loving someone else the way they...
View ArticleIt Really Does Hurt Me More
Lately I’ve felt a bit like a tightrope walker, balancing on the thin line that hovers between playmate and parent. I’m tediously balanced, by virtue of being a single parent to a single child, and at...
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Firsts
I still remember the first time J smiled at me, swaddled in the bassinet that had held me as a baby. I remember when he first crawled, where he was and where I was. I remember the joy in both me and...
View ArticleLosing the War
Everything is a battle lately and I’d be lying if I said I thought, even for a moment, that I was winning. I am not winning. Parenting through this stage is like a war of words and tiny fists and feet...
View ArticleMy Granddaddy’s Shoes
Most years, my childhood home looks like a snapshot of a Norman Rockwell painting at Christmas time. If it stays still long enough, almost anything and everything is decorated with greenery or bows or...
View ArticleIt’s not easy being four…
I’ve been sick since Saturday, battling a fever with a nasty cough and runny nose. It’s not been pretty and the past two “snow” days of no school have done a number on my patience. I’m sick. I’m cold....
View ArticleLove is Not Blind
One of my friends was telling me about a guy she knows who is in the process of buying a ring for his girlfriend. She isn’t a fan of the girl and was talking about how all he sees is what she looks...
View ArticleMothering the Mother
Last week, I penned a short sympathy note to a judge in my district who lost her mother. In writing the note, I thought about who I am BECAUSE of having my mother and who I would be without her. The...
View ArticlePerfectly Weird
There are times when I’m certain being a mother is the hardest job in the world. Times, like last night, when my son is hurting and I’m hurting double for the sorrow of him and the sorrow of my own...
View ArticleOne True Thing
Dear J: From the moment you were born, I loved you. I loved every last part of you… even when you cried. Even when you pooped and peed everywhere. Even when you and I both went seemingly days on end...
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