Growing up, we used to watch Donna Reed on Nick at Nite. And I remember thinking, when watching that, that my dad was different. He would come home from work and yes, he’d ask how our day was, but he’d also cut up with us. He’d laugh and make us laugh and he’d get in… Continue reading The Meaning of “Daddy”
My daughter cried today. So hard I almost couldn’t understand what she was saying when I asked her to talk about it. But I had to restart my own sentence because my own voice croaked. I was crying too. See, I listen to NPR on the way home with Sophie so that we can talk… Continue reading My daughter cried today.
Sorry… I started this as a FB post, but I am wordy… I have a few points to make about this shooting that have just been bouncing around in my skull for the last 24 hours. They are not all related. And no, not one point takes precedence over the others. The fact that it’s… Continue reading A Few Points about The Pulse Shooting
When I was pregnant with my first child, I wanted a little girl. Because my brain didn’t think beyond the pink bows and little girliness that having a baby girl is. For my second child, I wanted healthy, since we’d had such a rocky road with our first. With my third, I just wanted a… Continue reading What My Daughters Will Face and the Restroom Debate
We had an “incident” at our daughter’s after school a couple of weeks ago. Three boys surrounded her while she was coloring with chalk on the ground, circled her while saying “we’re circling you, you can’t get up, neener neener neener” (kids really are idiots… seriously… wtf?). Her response was to throw a piece of… Continue reading Hard Decisions and Trying to Emulate Normalcy
Today is Mother’s Day. I would like to wish ALL The moms out there a wonderful HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! Being a mom is not easy and seems to only get harder as time goes on, so keep up the good fight. I just wanted to remind everyone of a group of moms you might not… Continue reading Happy *Warrior* Mother’s Day
It’s mother’s day, which is usually a day for celebrating your mother, and I do celebrate my mom. But I spent this week watching my little babies celebrate me with hugs and little hand made gifts and things and while I melted into my ballet slippers, I kept thinking “but you are the reason I… Continue reading Being Mom