by Lisa-Jo | Sep 4, 2014 | Book Club, Just plain hard, Motherhood, Rabid fear of parenting, surprised by motherhood
There is nothing you can do, nothing you can say, nothing you can throw up, spit up, shout up that will make me love you less. There is nothing you can do wrong and nothing you can do right that will make me love you more. I love you as is. Period. Full stop. I love...
by Lisa-Jo | Aug 29, 2014 | Book Club, Motherhood, No such thing as just a mom, Rabid fear of parenting, surprised by motherhood
You might not have grown up thinking you wanted to be a mom. I know I didn’t. You might have dodged clichés like barefoot and pregnant as wild as any schoolboy dodges bruises and humiliation in the helter skelter of dodge ball. You might have prayed desperate...
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by Lisa-Jo | Aug 27, 2014 | Book Club, Cheering for you, surprised by motherhood
Sneaking in here with a fun announcement – on MONDAY 9/8 I’ll be kicking off an online Book Club for Surprised by Motherhood!!! We’re calling it a “Back to School Book Club for Moms” – because, really, at this time of year after...
by Lisa-Jo | Aug 12, 2014 | No such thing as just a mom, surprised by motherhood, Take Action
I can prove to you that there is no such thing as “just a mom.” I have photos. Because “just a mom” absolutely and 100% does not join arms with other moms to raise $43,050 for orphans and vulnerable kids in South Africa! If your day has felt...
by Lisa-Jo | May 20, 2014 | Cheering for you, Motherhood, surprised by motherhood
So there’s this mom I know. Her husband flat out left her to raise those kids alone. And she cried every day they were getting home and off the bus that she wasn’t there to see. She leans over her keyboard and tells me with these bright eyes green with tears, “I know...
by Lisa-Jo | May 11, 2014 | Motherhood, No such thing as just a mom, surprised by motherhood
You were 42 when you died. I am 39 and painfully aware for the first time how young you were. Young enough to love Bruce Springsteen and dancing with Dad in the living room or out on the driveway as you waved us off to school. It’s frozen in my memory. The outline of...
