Yesterday, we went and visited a preschool for Brandon. "The Berenstain Bears' 'Go To School'" kept running through my mind. Brandon took it all in: the lego table, the playdoh, the blocks, the artwork. He found a book and sat down in their reading chair as if he belonged there.I've been asking him if he... Continue Reading →
opposites
I'm not sure that Steve and I could be any more different in our parenting styles. But really, we are pretty opposite in personality, so that could have been predicted. I am high-strung and impatient, he is reasonable and level-headed. He is a planner, I am spontaneous. He is a worrier, I am a reactor.Last... Continue Reading →
catching up
At first, when Holden was a screaming baby, I wondered if I would ever love him the way I loved Brandon. Brandon was my first boy, the boy who taught me how to be a mother and how to love unconditionally. None of that could be recreated - the magic had already happened. With Brandon,... Continue Reading →
flopping fish
My days of rocking children to sleep are almost over, but I haven't quite been able to kick it yet. Although Holden has never needed to be rocked to sleep, he has recently taken to it, and I will not deny him. Because he is my last baby and he is only holding onto babyhood... Continue Reading →
rule of two
Have you heard of the rule of two? It's that your children will turn out to be twice as naughty as you were as a child. Oops. My childhood bad. My kids are so emotional and loud and tantrummy. I feel bad, because Steve, I'm sure, was a fantastic child. If he would have had kids... Continue Reading →
tantrum in the library
One of my coffee shop customers also has two boys, her's four and six and today she told me she misses them when they were the age Brandon and Holden are now. I thanked her for the reminder - to live in the now, to idle and just be where I am wholeheartedly. I often... Continue Reading →
shatterproof
Christmas with kids is a whole new type of Christmas. If it weren't for my obsessive list making habit, I couldn't do it. I have a list for what to buy, a list for what to do, a list for Christmas cards, a list for Steve, and an ever-mounting list of things to wait and... Continue Reading →
park moms
I have never gotten on too well with other moms. I mean, I don't hate them or anything, but I definitely keep my distance. At the park, I'm that loner mom on a bench reading a book, or micromanaging my kids playing on the big toy. I overhear their conversations and think, my god, we... Continue Reading →
home sweet childhood
It is always nice to go back home, but this trip had a greater meaning for me.It was my goodbye to my home, and I spent a few tearful moments in our backyard, in my room, and in the room that Amber and I once shared. I stood where our gardens once were, which was... Continue Reading →
finding calm amongst chaos
Turn the quiet up, turn the noise down. ~Sung by Eric ChurchI have always loved solitude and find comfort in quiet. Yesterday, a fellow barista told me she was an introvert and I laughed and corrected her. She is very outgoing and talkative, and I associate an introvert instead with a shy person who thinks... Continue Reading →
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