I used to the think space between years was just a long exhale, a breath. I solitary beat in a life that will have many, many beats. Nothing distinguishable from one inhale to the next. But then, there was you. Thirteen years ago, I spent… Read More
All posts tagged “Parenthood”
Forgiveness. Can You Imagine?
We bought my wedding band at Zales, in the mall, another thing checked-off on the way to the alter. We were only kids. I had it soldered to my, equally inexpensive and simple, engagement ring, shortly after we were married, so that it would stop spinning… Read More
The Terrible Inevitable and Every Moment Before – My Messy Beautiful
In the kitchen, Evaline is laying on a flattened cardboard box on the floor with a marker-doodled, naked, baby doll. She murmurs excitedly and I catch a word here or there as I stand by the sink, stirring my coffee. Look, my castle! I love my sister. Oh,… Read More
The Words Unspoken
I stood in front of her, knelt to her level, eye to eye, for as much as she could look at me. Her eyes darted over my shoulder, down to the floor, back to mine, again and again. Her eyes fluttered, watered, welled up and… Read More
Wrong
I doodled with my kids this week, Christmas and winter themed pictures. Gift boxes. Trees. Snowmen. As I laid down a crudely drawn ornament on the table for Asher to color in, Alex marveled at the works of my hands. You’re a great artist, Mama.… Read More
In Defense of Being That Mom
Out with friends the other night, we quickly found ourselves discussing parenting. Because, when you’re a mom, even a mom who is going out to unwind with her bestest of friends, your kids are with you. Everywhere. Even in Mexican restaurants with spinach queso dips… Read More
Joy
My twenty-two month old is in my bedroom, standing barefoot in a mess of her own making, squealing in gibberish. With her just-woke-up-from-a-nap hair and the smudges of cereal bar on her cheeks, she looks like a homeless, uncared for, disaster. Oh, but, her smile.… Read More
On Baking, the Mess in my Kitchen (and Contemplating Changing the Course of my Children’s Lives Forever)
Let me just start by saying, I don’t even know where to begin. In some ways, it’s as simple as this: a birthday cake. It’s as simple as deciding between store bought and homemade. Both will get the job done, one is tried and true… Read More