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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.
My ever busy brained child brought home a strip of yellow paper last week. And exclaimed it was his Santameter. Formerly a centimeter ruler created in his second grade class, he had grabbed a pencil and only as he can do, began to write little words next to the twelfth day and down. The Santameter…
Recently, conversing with an acquaintance about her last pregnancy, I admitted I was so unaware of her even being pregnant until she had strolled with her newborn past my house. I’d thought, “Wow that was quick”. She said wryly, “Yeah, your pregnancy is going really well for me too”. I bet my pregnancy is going…
Is my kids two front teeth, world peace, and the end of hunger. Cause remember, I was lucky enough to have the spark of life happen in my belly at age 45. I don’t get to ask for nada for about 10 years. If I really want that new glue gun or that $20 bottle…
I told my son last Saturday that I’d seen Santa’s mailbox up on the counter at the post office. The time had come to write the all important letter to Santa. He and I had done some recon a while back at the Target for toys to covet. And the list had hung on the…
This is the second part of a two-part post entitled Trouble at the Table, in which I review and summarize Karen Le Billon’s book French Kids Eat Everything. It was actually one of those reads that changed my life and my kid’s by default. I hope I do it justice. Neither his food pickiness nor…
My family’s tomato soup episode was one of those final moments when I knew we were in trouble at the table. I had heard the husband strike a bargain with our 7 year-old Picky-a-saurus. Whatever treat the child was requesting could be had after he ate and finished his cream of tomato soup. OK, the…
Luck has been my lady tonight and this morning and last week. Three lucky happenstances I want to share with everyone. Tonight I found the recipe that I had misplaced. On a hunch, I searched the gourmet.com site leading me to epicurious.com and I found my beloved Fresh Salmon Salad with Chickpeas and Tomatoes here….
First published in August of 2009, I was reminded of this piece because today, November 15, is the Great American Smokeout . I used to hate this day back then as any addict would hate the mention of giving up their drug of choice. Happily, I wont birth this baby in a cloud of smoke…
My mommy mind keeps slipping to that place where I think about all the stuff I want to accomplish. And I tickle that fancy of having other people to help me. Like the hired kind. You know the ones that rock stars and movie stars have. So talented, they need to hire help to do…
It is my privilege and honor to step aside today for my guest author, a fabulous man whom I’m very smitten with and sleep next to nightly. Let me introduce Mark Peach, my husband and father of my son plus one, here today to share his fatherly perspective in his own charming and funny fashion….
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