Babies.

I always wanted more than one child. I wanted two or three or a dozen… anything other than just one. And when I got divorced after J was born, I thought that dream was gone. Then I met Banks and we fell in love and, wonders never cease, he wanted kids, too. A few years […]

The First Tooth

Last night, J and I together managed to pull his very first loose tooth out of his mouth. He was so excited, all bright eyed and gap toothed and telling me he wasn’t sure he’d get to sleep because he couldn’t wait to see if the Tooth Fairy would come. He was overjoyed. And I? […]

Maybe I’m Not so Open-Minded

If you ask his teachers or the parents of his friends, everyone will tell you my kid is “all boy.” He plays loud, messy, and hard, and if it shoots or launches or in some way represents super powers, it is his most favorite thing. He just likes all that so-called “boy” stuff. And for […]

Checking Windows

Mornings aren’t always easy at my house. Some days I repeat myself so many times that I want to pull my hair out. Some days I feel like the words “Get. your. clothes. on.” are tattooed across my forehead and they’re all I’ll ever say, ever, for the rest of my life. Some days I […]

Marking “Maybe”

I get a lot of Facebook invitations. You know the ones I mean, the cool art gallery openings and the funky brass band playing downtown? The exhibit on the history of my town, the Superbowl party, or maybe a bar-hopping birthday party. Every single one looks awesome. Each one that pops up on my feed […]

Making the Tough Choices

“Mom, will you play a game with me?” The voice was muffled from his distance outside my bedroom and the sleep still clouding my ears. I slowly rolled over and checked the clock: ten minutes until my alarm would go off. I think I grunted in response but my feet found the cool hardwood floor […]

I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means…

You know how they say that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again but expecting different results? Yeah… I’m pretty sure whoever coined that phrase was a parent and what they meant was, quite simply, that parents are insane. Because I find myself daily in situations where I’m asking […]

Sucker Punched

I grew up with a mother who stayed at home. I think this is important to the rest of my story, but if we’re being honest I’m not sure. See, when I was sick as a kid, I got to stay home. Sometimes, “staying home” meant going to my grandmother’s house and lying on the […]

A Lesson In Waiting

This year, J and I were invited to a friends’ house for a Halloween party. We raced home from work and over to another neighborhood to get in a little trick or treating before the party, then raced over to the party. These weren’t new friends… J has known both the boys since they were […]

Emptying the Water Bottle

This morning, I filled J’s water bottle for his official last day of school. I tucked it into the corner of my purse and went on about my morning ritual of brushing, washing, dressing and the like. To be honest, I didn’t think much about it being the last day of school because he’ll be […]

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