No Worries

When you’re 12 weeks (or is it 13?) you know you’re alright. Or, almost alright. You can now tell more than your mother. You can tell your friends, your coworkers. The risk of miscarriage is no longer high. The risk of facing those who know such horrible news, if the worst is to happen, is…

After All, it is Morning

“Shh. Mommy’s sleeping”, he tells the boy. My baby. Although I must stop calling him that. “Big” he answers when I ask if he’s big or small, even though I am always expecting him to choose the 2nd option. “Leave mommy alone. She wants to sleep.” But the footsteps are at my door. The baritone…

His Last Visit

C’mon, let’s look at the big rocks.” She says hoping to pull his attention away from the small rocks he was focused on. Nearly 2 years old, rocks are so awesome that they’re one of the words in his limited toddler vocabulary. He lifts his head and moves in the right direction until he sees…

A note to my 1 year-old son

May your feet never stay clean may your face never be without a scratch may you never be satisfied with what’s in your reach may you always take wonder at discovering something new may you always try to make me laugh may you always want me to make the pig sound that’s tickles my throat…

There Will Be Crying

Have you ever taken a moment to stop and look at the internet tabs you’ve left open? It can be pretty revealing, especially if you’re like me and leave as many as a dozen open to read later, or have trouble admitting that it’s time to tackle a growing problem. My problem? Well, I’ll let…

I Have A Missing Shoe

That’s right. I have a missing shoe. ¬†And I have a newly-walking toddler. So that shoe could be anywhere. ANYWHERE. And what makes this more tragically comedic is that I am trying to heal a broken toe. So that means I only have 1 pair of flat shoes that I can wear that are not…