Bubby, Gratitude, Motherhood
I never thought I would be sad to welcome our second child.
I used to think I would have only one child. Scratch that. I used to think we’d never have any children. I used to think I’d be a teacher forever and that was good enough. And here I am a mom of a toddler boy with our second, a girl, due in a few weeks.
And I can’t imagine life any other way.
Motherhood, Struggling Faith
“Give me your heart, give me your song, sing it will all your might
Come to the Fountain and you can be satisfied.
There is a peace. There is a love you can get lost inside.
Come to the Fountain and let me hear you testify.”
Motherhood is a gift that easily gets tainted. I know I am my own worst enemy most times. So much anxiety and...
Motherhood, Writer Confessions
My alarm radio sounds in my ear, demanding I shake off my warm covers and take on the day. My brain is blaring to get going on my to-do list, but my heart is overloaded. This has been one heck of a week. Between recovering from the election and realizing that Thanksgiving is one week away, I found myself fighting the anxiety bug.
As I went into this week, I didn't know that I would make...
Best of, Bubby, Motherhood, Writer Confessions
Twelve years old, I was riding my bike down our neighborhood hill as fast as I could. I remember beating my neighbor friend at the bottom of the hill and enjoying the thrill of winning against him. He was one of the “wild” kids in our little tribe and my girlfriends and I never really went over to his house to play. Unless he asked us to jump on the trampoline. That was pretty awesome. But...
I’m a first time mom (FTM) and just like any parent, veteran or not, we have the good days and the bad. The days you feel like you are the elite parent whose child slept for nine hours last night, and then the next day you’re knocked off your high horse when your child starts clinging to you and screaming for no apparent reason. No, wait. There might be a Wonder Week for that. If you...
I’m huffing and puffing, walking up the stairs, trying to carry this squirmy little dude on my hip while balancing a basket of laundry on the other. Asher is laughing and giggling while trying to see how hard he can kick his legs around before mommy drops the basket. Socks are toppling over the edge of heaping clothes, oozing out the sides of my basket. Oozing because Mike’s socks stink...
Motherhood, Writer Confessions
He looks at me with the sweetest smile and oatmeal all over. This kid can eat. At 11 months old and baby-led weaning under our belts, this kid likes to stuff his face. And he's pretty stinkin' cute when he does it. Many times I find that in these sweet moments, that I would like to take a picture and share with some friends. I am aware that not all moments need to be social mediaized, and...
Best of, Motherhood
I love how I live in a part of the world where we get four seasons. I love when I wake up early and step outside and the crisp air washes over my face. The dew on the grass is no longer frozen and the sun grazes the grass's wetness, causing my eyes to squint in its reflection. It's spring time here. You know that feeling when you can sense the change of seasons? You can see the little clues...
I think someone once said curiosity killed the cat. Really, we should say curiosity made the baby cry. That's what life is like right now with this guy. Curiosity out the wazoo while crying because when we were curious about that pretty green light on our Roomba vacuum and pushed it while mama wasn't looking, we cried and freaked out. Now, we can't even crawl by the darn thing. So, we take the...
Squishy oatmeal on the floor. Granola stuck to the seat. Bacon filling the air. Dogs licking everything. Breakfast is my favorite. Bubby's in a good mood and ready to try whatever food I throw his way. I said ready to try. Not always actually eat. We've been doing the whole "let-them-feed-themselves" bit and it's worked out pretty well, for the most part. Drawback to this? Flying food when...