The Best of Both Worlds

I have no idea what it’s like to be a stay at home mom.  I have no idea and honestly, I don’t think I could handle the stress and constant, CONSTANT attention from a four year old.  But what I do know is what it’s like to be a work outside the home mom. And […]

Just Like My Mother

I have never been able to really hold a grudge against anyone.  Even people who hurt me terribly get forgiven, usually within a few days, weeks, months, or sometimes years.  So it was always really difficult for me when I would confide in my mother about some horrible thing someone had done or said because […]

Bad Days Happen

Yesterday afternoon, around 5:25 pm, I was on my hands and knees crawling around my kitchen floor, picking up little brown bones and bits of kibble, while my child stood in the doorway and begged for dessert and the lima beans on the stove boiled over onto my flat top, impossible to clean, range. And […]

Losing the War

Everything is a battle lately and I’d be lying if I said I thought, even for a moment, that I was winning. I am not winning. Parenting through this stage is like a war of words and tiny fists and feet and so. much. whining. And I am losing every day, little by little, inch […]

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.  […]

Some Days…

Last night I had a babysitter so I could go out to dinner with a friend.  When I got home at 8:40, J was nearly but not-quite asleep and he bounded awake like he hadn’t seen me in days instead of hours.  It took more than an hour for him to wind down and more […]

A Lesson in Compassion

One time, when my son was only a bit younger, I took a shower and left him playing quietly with his toys.  I didn’t really think too much about it: I’m a single mom, I have to shower, and cages are frowned upon. It was only when I was out and dressed that I realized […]

No Really, It’s Still Gross.

Before I had kids, I always laughed at the depiction of the “typical” overbearing mother, licking her own finger and using it as a scrub brush for the children’s faces.  It was gross and disgusting and un-hygienic and CLEARLY no real mother would actually do anything that sick, right? I swore it was something I’d […]

Boys Will Be Boys

One of the things I wanted to be sure to do with J while he was young was instill in him the importance of believing in something bigger than him.  As a result, once we got back to Macon, we started going to Wednesday night supper at a local church.  Two of his friends from […]

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