To my second son, my first red-head, and the one who introduced me to home birth and baseball.To my son who embodies boyhood and bravery and inspires me to love both. To my son who is 100% tough and 100% tender all at the some time, leaving me feeling safe and vulnerable all at the... Continue Reading →
Today marks a full year since my father died. And while that sentence still feels odd, I'm adjusting to this new reality, which also feels odd. The waves of sadness still crash against my heart at unexpected times, the questions from my children (and myself) still flow regularly, and I still occasionally pick up my... Continue Reading →
Christmas Eve 2012 found me crying quietly by candlelight as I held my baby daughter. My husband and I had just moved to Philadelphia with our 3 young children. We were in our early 30's and we felt disoriented. Lost. Weary. Our drive to church, like every other week's drive, was littered with homeless and... Continue Reading →
My behavior was an indication of me today, not me always. In others words, I didn't sum up my entire parenting gig in light of today's events, negating all the positive over that past 9 years, nor did I assume that this will always be me from here on out, from tomorrow to eternity. No, I've been at this long enough to know that there is always hope of change and healing and growth, and that believing that (faith) is a great first step.
Pretty sure today could not have gone any better. And it's Monday, guys. Monday! Despite the 2-yr-old being unable to get to preschool today compliments croup, I was able to find a sitter to play with him in his bedroom while the big 4 and I did school downstairs. I had real clothes on by... Continue Reading →
I should've known what kind of day it was going to be when I woke up, wrapped myself in the fuzzy bathrobe that feels like a hug and shuffled down the stairs to make coffee and assess who was crying already and why. Why?! They were fighting over Alexa and who gets to listen to... Continue Reading →