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My 4 Words for Motherhood are Relentless, Chaos, Perseverance, & Confusion. But motherhood would never ask you to not be you. It asks you to be a better you. To be brave, to impress, and to trust yourself. To make a plan you’d be proud to accomplish and then stay the course and see what happens. Even in Summer! You are the best mother when you rise up be a hero for both them and you. Being human, falling down and getting back up is a very noble process and one we owe ourselves and our children a chance to see us grab and run with.
As Summer is finally coming to an end, I offer up a few thoughts, memory bits, and photos of us squeezing the last drops of fun we could have. First, a poem sent to me with a lovely card and feather from a new not too far away friend. The connections continue. Summerfest last…
Seems almost criminal that some women like myself, when we become mothers, suddenly become self-doubting imploding Mommys. I mean women who were successful in the corporate realm, women who brought home paychecks and held job titles, when they are faced with the relentlessness and chaos of parenting, feel like incompetent losers. Happens to a lot…
Back when I had the shop and had my first baby, I had a discussion with one of my valued customers about electrolysis. This is the process of permanently having unwanted hair removed from you body by way of a teensy needle with a teeny bit of electricity. And I absolutely believed this woman when…
Certain elements feel like Summer. Are almost necessary for Summer to achieve Summer-ness. There’s bubbles, fireflies, sparklers, s’mores, and “swimming”, which just means being in “woger” to Fiona. On the Shore here, Summertime means local food. Crabs, corn, tomatoes, and cantaloupe. And all activities related to obtaining these yummy ingredients. We went dip…
Every once in a while, I borrow my friend Lauren’s five things format to catch up with you and myself. When I find I’m in a lonely woeful rut, I prescribe myself more creativity and community. Making and chatting makes everything a little more shiny and hopeful. And that’s exactly what I needed a good…
I truly had no expectations for the start of Summer. I was having a rough time anyway and didn’t want to predict it getting any rougher. But it still did. The same day that school let out, the two-year old got sick. And the next day, my husband had a tire blow out on the…
A thousand thoughts I think every day and then they slip my mind as the day drones on. They fall into a my brain colander and then slip through the tiny holes again at the bottom, dispersed like little bits of worthless brain dust. I desperately want to grab at least one thought. String it…
My life is brimming. Where there’s good family time, there’s also getting on my nerves time. Where there’s wonderful resources to read, there’s no designated time to read them. It’s a yin and yang of good stuff and bad stuff doused with expectations that leap and land in my head from who knows where and…
There in the corner is my chair. Overstuffed khaki slip covered large butt chair with a faux sheep covered ottoman. My Chair is where… I write and receive morning guests. I drink coffee and talk with my husband. I give “snuggles” and pets. I watch TV or tune out. I breastfed my babies and watch…
Almost everyday, between the ages of one and two, I had to keep a constant ear out for my daughter’s distress call when she left my sight. I’d barrel forward in my day trying to accomplish my housework or do anything creative but I was always listening. At any moment I might have to drop…
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