I AM SHARING MY DEAR GIRLFRIEND, AND FELLOW BLOGGER, KRISTIN LOBENSTEIN'S PIECE TODAY BECAUSE I BELIEVE IT WILL RESONATE WITH YOU…RIGHT ABOUT NOW: THE POINT IN SUMMER WHERE YOU JUST MIGHT MAYYYYBE A LITTLE TIRED, FRAZZLED OR IN NEED OF HIDING IN YOUR CLOSET FOR A FEW MINUTES FROM YOUR DARLING BUT EVER SO PRESENT KIDDOS. JUST MAYBE THAT'S YOU. IF SO, READ ON DEAR MAMAS. Has this ever happened Continue Reading
When I Look At Him
Long, skinny limbs outstretched, mouth open, breathing loud. Not quite a snore. His own sounds. It was family movie night and of course, Ryan lasted half an hour before he was asleep. I just stop and stare sometimes. I drink in his innocence, his sweetness, my boy who’s both so polite and a pain in my heart. I think about his brain, all wired wrongly thanks to missing parts of Continue Reading
To My Daughter on Day 1 of Motherhood
Dear Kate, Congratulations, honey, on the birth of your first baby! This is what I wish someone would have said to me when I first pushed out little Luke. Take these words to heart. I love you and believe in you. 1). You can do this, and do this well, with grace, humor, and wisdom, and love….even if you doubt yourself a hundred million times, which you might. Which you will. You CAN do Continue Reading
And What About THOSE Moms?
With Mothers’ Day approaching fast, my heart beats fast for THOSE moms. You know. THOSE moms. The ones who don’t really get a Mother's Day celebration. The ones who never-ever get a mommy break. They don’t even know what that means. The ones who live across the world and hide with their children so as not to be kidnapped, raped, or sold into sex slavery. The ones who live on the Continue Reading
Let’s Not Drink the Parenting-A-Teenager-Is-Awful Kool-Aid
It’s the weekend before turning in Freshman Class Schedule for our son, Luke. Parent Orientation was a few days ago. My firstborn is going to HIGH SCHOOL. Crazy soon. How could that be??? I still remember everything about high school. More than I even want to remember. I can time travel back in an instant when I listen to my beloved 80’s music. I remember my first real kiss on the dance Continue Reading
The Air He Breathes
It’s his very own. It’s not like yours and mine. He thinks about it. ALL the time. Our air gives us life and breath and oxygen and growth. His air could lead to death. In Prader-Willi syndrome, at some point in childhood, hyperphagia sets in. Hyperphagia is experienced as a chronic hunger, or never feeling full. It’s an obsession with food, which leads to excessive overeating, and a Continue Reading
I Would Die of Parental Happiness If…
These range from silly to sappy to serious, and some even totally unrealistic, BUT---a mama can wish and pray and hope. Because that is what we do. I would truly die of parental happiness if: My daughter would wake me with hot coffee every morning. And then get in bed with me to snuggle. My kids would learn to use a towel more than ONCE. The laundry piles up so fast, and right Continue Reading
The Very Horrible, Terrible, Amazing Mom
I am two different people. I'm sweet-mom, doing the mothering duties, roles, and wearing 12 hats with a smile on my face. I'm just humming along beautifully like a productive little dwarf whistling while I work. I'm in love with my husband, kids, dog and cat, and life in general. I'm nice. Nice mom just doing the nice mundane stuff. And there's the other me. I'm grumpy-mom who is so Continue Reading
The Nasty Shoulds
You Know Exactly What I’m Talking About Mamas and Girlfriends. The voices inside your head that are cruel, relentless, and oh, how they love to torture you. And me. All the time. They go like this--based on my own, AND my overhearing of you lovelies: I should be more patient with my kids. I should be thinner and more toned. I should cook more, use all my gorgeous cookbooks this Continue Reading
Confessions of an Exercise Addict
I haven’t exercised in 8 weeks. GASP! EEK! I did go for a short jog-walk twice, but that doesn’t usually count for exercise-freak-me. And I am totally ok with it. I don’t miss it. Which is WEIRD. And I am not anxious about NOT working out. Which is also even WIERDER. And I’m thinking I may even want to give up my gym membership. Now we are talking crayyy-zee. For all who know me well, Continue Reading
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