View from a toilet seat

I think I have mentioned before that my littlest boy, Micah, and I love to pretzel. In the predawn darkness we snuggle it out in mommy and daddy’s bed after he wakes up.  When I have to quit the warm comfort of the bed and get ready for the day, he comes with...

Making time to eat

Parenting is hands on. Many other hands. On you. Washing dishes while dodging grabs and lunges at your knees is not easy.  Cooking with child on hip is tricky juggling of the highest order. Navigating obstacle courses of toys en route to the fridge and bottle of...

Message in a Bottle

My mom would have been 60 today. I wouldn’t have remembered if emails and phone calls hadn’t drifted across the deep, blue, Atlantic ocean and reminded me. Sixty. That means she was 25 when she had me. The same age I was when I got married. When I hung up...
He sees Me

He sees Me

Whether I’m hiding behind my kids or not. Whether I’m tired, wraggedy, or manic. He sees me. Not my undone laundry or my messy house. Not my mismatched curtains or my futon with the chocolate milk stains. He sees me. Beyond the color of my hair or the size...

Attack of the Killer What-Ifs!

I sit in the late afternoon sun and watch my son load leaves onto his tractor. The same son who told me in no uncertain twenty-two month-old terms last night “Ear, Hurt. Docka.” It was late. The local pediatrician’s office was closing. We would have...

What parenting will immunize you against

I remember when I had my first baby, my still single brothers and friends used to ask me, “So, what do you DO all day?” And I could hear in their voices the “doesn’t all that lying around in your jammies eating bon-bons, rocking your infant and...