Saying Goodbye to the Baby

This weekend, I disassembled J’s crib. You know, the one I bought at the consignment sale when I was only four months pregnant?  I went out there with a co-worker and right inside the door, there was this white wood crib.  The only way to secure purchasing it was to stand there with my hand […]

Parenting is a Tough Gig

I want what is best for my son. It seems like that should just go without saying when you’re a mother, but the more I read in the news and the more people I meet in my life, the more I think that perhaps I am living in a box. I want what is best […]

To Jude on his Second Birthday:

Two years ago, I woke up with a very funny feeling. I went about my morning, vacuuming the hallways and the corners of our little house, until around 8:30 when I went to wake up your father, who still lived with us then. It was silly really, but I felt certain.  I was scheduled for […]

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Over the past few weeks, something terrible has happened. It started so slowly that I didn’t really notice; just a small change here or there, nothing to alert the press to…  No reason to call for service, no reason to get maintenance on the line.  It was just a blip here and there.  I started […]

The Me My Son Sees

This morning, J woke up and snuggled close to me.  Before he opened his eyes, he popped out his pacifier and whispered: “I love you, Momma!” He knew it was me.  He knew, just because he woke up in the morning that I would be there and that I loved him. In J’s eyes, I […]

The Phone Call I Always Wanted to Make…

J is a really well behaved little boy.  So well behaved, that often I forget he is only two and has the potential for mass destruction.  He can climb out of his pack ‘n play so most mornings, I leave him happily sitting on the sofa watching Mickey Mouse while I take a very quick […]

The Hardest Part (so far)

Yesterday, for the first time, I couldn’t fix what was hurting my son. He stood there in the kitchen, tears welling in his eyes, his face crumpling before me. He did not want his father to leave. He wanted his Dada to stay longer to play with him, to love him, to just be in […]

Nine Months

Today? My son, you are nine months old. Nine months. Where did the time go, little man? When did you go from a screaming little 7 pound lump to a playful, flirty, 21 pound chunk of a boy? I didn’t think it was possible to love you any more than I did that first time […]

In the Midst of Madness…

Some mornings just don’t work. If you’re a working woman (or man) you know what I mean. (and that includes Stay at Home Moms… you just work at home). You don’t get any sleep, the coffee maker is broken, there’s nothing to eat in the house, your hair won’t fix the way it usually does, […]

Let me make this about me for a minute…

First, let me just make it clear that I would chop off my left arm if it would make J feel better. (not my right, I need it, but definitely my left.) With that in mind, I don’t really want to talk about J today. I want to talk about, well… me. And how this […]

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