Tag: motherhood
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You Have Your Hands Full…
Yesterday, I went to the train museum with my children. This really warrants its own blog post, but in the meantime, IT happened. Exhausted (remember, another post is coming), I got to the second-floor area with the toy trains children can play with. I sat down next to another woman, and we watched the kids…
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The Friday Before Christmas
‘Twas the Friday before Christmas And in the mom’s mind Came a shocked realization She was running out of time Free shipping was ending The stockings lay slack The kids had been with Dad But they were coming back But what would she get them These children of hers They had plenty of…
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Gratitude for Grief
Honestly, this is going to be a weird Thanksgiving post. I’m not going to show you pictures of my turkey. I’m not going to tell you I’m grateful for my friends and family and leave it at that. This is my first Thanksgiving on my own. Without a spouse, and without kids. I opted for…
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No Shoes, No Shirt, No…
Recovering from the flu and not feeling up to making dinner, I took the kids to Jamba Juice. They were very excited. I seated the children at the counter while we waited, and Asher took off his shoes. If you know Asher, you are not surprised that he took his shoes off at a Jamba…
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This Is Just to Say: A Halloween Poem
This Is Just to Say I have eaten the Halloween candy that was in your bag and which you are probably old enough to remember exists now Forgive me it was delicious so sweet and so chocolatey I composed this high-quality poem last year after Halloween, in the style of William Carlos Williams. It first…
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Women Gone Wild, Part I
Last weekend, I took Selah on her first backpacking trip with my dear friend Kelly and her daughter. I’ve always liked backpacking, but this trip was a first for me, too–it was the first time I had been the major planner and carrier of the things, as I had always either been with my parents…
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We’ve All Been There
The other night, my friend texted me this photo,* saying, “My child in line at the grocery store tonight. It was not a good night.” I only laugh because I understand. Hopefully by now you are laughing too–I think you probably are. *** For more on why the grocery store is freaking awesome, watch She…
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The Spaces Between
Please bear with me. This is a sad post, and it is an attempt to process my grief a little. If you hate complaining, don’t read it. But this is the part I would not have chosen. The part where my kids are going to be gone half the time, all the time. It struck…
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The Things She Carried
I often ask my daughter to clean her room. Her response is often to cry, get overwhelmed, or get distracted. I will not get into how crazy this all drives me in this particular blog. While she is away for a few days, I think I will do us both a favor and just whirl…
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Calculating My Weighted Parenting GPA
There are times, as a parent, when I feel like I’m doing a good job, and I happily give myself an A. Child spills milk all over the table when I am about to finally sit down. “It’s OK. Here is a rag.” Mind says: You stayed calm. No big deal. Good. See, you are…