It Really Does Hurt Me More

Lately I’ve felt a bit like a tightrope walker, balancing on the thin line that hovers between playmate and parent.  I’m tediously balanced, by virtue of being a single parent to a single child, and at any minute I feel as though I’m going to topple down into some decidedly evil pit of snakes or [...]

Becoming Mom Material

Before, eons and eons ago when I was not someone’s mother, I thought that motherhood might not be for me.  I worried that I wouldn’t “take to it” … that I’d be bad at loving someone else the way they needed to be loved… that I’d be impatient and imprecise and in every way imperfect.  [...]

The Death of a Paci

So if you read my post on the half-marathon, you may remember a small bit about … dun dun dun… J’s pacifier.   My son has had a pacifier since he was born… every night, most days, almost constantly until about five or six months ago when it became an “only when you’re sick or in [...]

All My Mistakes

When I crawled out of bed, you were still sleeping, lashes flush across your cheeks and one arm thrown out across the bed as if you were claiming all of it as your own.  I was as silent as possible, slipping into the cold hallway, and gently closing the door behind me; you needed your [...]

Back to the Daily Grind

The thing about having time off for the holidays is this… eventually it comes to an end. Eventually, you have to get up and shower and put on clothes other than pajamas that are red and white and say “HO!HO!HO!” Eventually, you have to leave the house while the sun is still stretching from slumber [...]

The Christmas Story

This time of year does something to me, ever since I became a mother. I didn’t realize it until 2009, when J was just four months old, and I found myself sitting in a church pew on Christmas eve, bawling my eyes out while the minister read the Christmas Story.  All of a sudden it [...]

Babies Don’t Keep

Dropping J off at school this morning was probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.  Don’t get me wrong, I love his daycare and I know he is as safe there as he is anywhere, but oh the agony of hearing the door lock shut behind me.  The daycare has a glass front [...]

Unmasking SuperMom

On my birthday (which was Friday, in case you missed the sound of oldness), I got several “happy birthday’s” on Facebook, which, let’s face it… is the best part of Facebook.  Anyhow, two of those messages called me “supermom” and I sort of grinned about it and patted myself on the back and then moved [...]

Momster and the Hi-Yah Guy

I tell my kid bedtime stories. I mean, I read them to him, too, but my favorite times are when he says “Tell me a story, Mommy” and we launch into a magical world where he and I, just the two of us, are a crime fighting team of superheros… Momster and the Hi-yah Guy.  [...]

Even at Three

Sometimes, in the midst of the temper tantrums and “why’s” and craziness of three, I forget just how freaking amazing it is, too.  I mean, it’s a tough age but in between the madness there are sprinkles of so much sweetness that your heart wants to leap from your chest and do a dance all [...]