"You have your hands full." It's something I got used to hearing for the past four years.
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The Happy/Sad Days of Covid-19
As blessed as I am to have my family safe at home, I go to bed each night sad and terrified for others.
Preserving My Family’s Legacy
I never knew either of my grandfathers. By the time I was born, one had already passed away and the other died not long after, so I was never able to experience grandpa things like sitting on their laps, or laughing at their jokes, or hearing them talk about what life was like when they... Continue Reading →
He Still Loves Her Just a Little
After having two boys two years apart, it took us a while to decide to have another baby (as I explained in another post, we had to discuss if he/she would be better than a new kitchen floor). Of course, after we made the decision, our baby girl was well worth the wait and I... Continue Reading →
Letting Go of FOBO
It just happened again. I had the same conversation with one mom as I've had with several others as summer is ending. "I just feel like we didn't do enough," she said. I responded with "Oh, I'm sure you did plenty," but as much as I can try to convince someone else, I'm having a... Continue Reading →
The Journey of Motherhood
For 18 years, I've been living with one man. Hanging one man's shirts. Sorting one man's socks (and picking his dirty ones up off of the floor). Folding one man's underwear. Last week, that man found another pair of men's underwear in his drawer. "These are not mine!" He said. But instead of freaking out... Continue Reading →
Too Much Space
"Man, I'm tired," my husband yawned the other morning. "Anna was kicking me all night long." I just smiled and shrugged. The thing is at 6 years old, she only hops into our bed now a couple times a week, and when she's not there, it almost feels empty. For the first 13 years as parents... Continue Reading →
When Will Daddy Be Home?
It used to be me who asked. After hours of feeding, wiping, changing, bathing and feeding again, I'd look up at the clock and mumble with gritted teeth, "When will Daddy be home?" In the early days, it was hard. I did everything I could to be a fun mommy. I set up a little... Continue Reading →
Keeping Control of My Happiness
When my youngest, Anna started kindergarten, I thought we'd both be thrilled. She had talked all summer about using her new lunchbox and riding the bus like her brothers, and after having been home for 12 years with kids, I was ready for a quiet house. When the time came to go, she walked right... Continue Reading →
Missing Malcolm
Fifteen years ago, my family discovered a show that made us laugh together. It was about a couple raising four boys, and it aired on Sunday nights. Malcolm seemed to be the only normal one in a family of crazy people, and the story was told from his perspective. "Hey, are you going to mom and... Continue Reading →
Who Stole My Bon Bons? 