(in)courage
Last year was only the second time I cooked a Thanksgiving turkey and put together a family advent countdown calendar. The SECOND TIME EVER IN NEARLY A DECADE OF PARENTING. Because that’s how long I’ve been sleep deprived. Dear Moms of Littles, listen up here because this is for you — I know this time […]
I have a son who calls himself names. As his mother it’s excruciating to hear. It takes my breath away to listen to how he talks to himself. Anytime he makes a mistake or a bad decision or can’t seem to get his shoelaces untied from their tangle of knots I’ll hear him mutter — Idiot! […]
Forty is an interesting decade. I only arrived a couple years ago, and it’s still taking me time to remember. On my insides I’m stuck at around thirty six. Forty feels like my mom’s age. And then I remember that I am someone’s mom. I’m three someone’s moms. It’s the strangest thing to go to […]