The Beginning of the Letting Go
I’ve had my heart ripped out of me this week. Ripped out, thrown on the floor, stomped on.
There’s no way around it.
This motherhood thing? It’s rough, people.
I’ve had my heart ripped out of me this week. Ripped out, thrown on the floor, stomped on.
There’s no way around it.
This motherhood thing? It’s rough, people.
When I was interviewing preschools, one of my questions was, of course, “How do you handle discipline?” Folks, I must be waaaaay out of the loop on what’s de rigeur in early childhood education these days, because with only one exception, every time I asked this question, the school administrator was quick to tell me…
Last week, a friend of mine shared a meme. It depicted an old man in front of a bingo board. Above him was a picture of a weather radar showing twin hurricanes hurtling across the Gulf of Mexico. “Who had double hurricanes on their 2020 Bingo card?” the caption read. Twenty-twenty has certainly felt like…
I feel like a runaway. I’m sitting in the cool, coffee-scented air of the Barnes & Noble down the street from my house, listening to some version of I Just Met a Girl Named Maria (’cause B&N is down with the show tunes) playing over the store’s intercom system. I’m here to work on my neglected…
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm’d; And every fair from fair sometime declines,…
Last time I told you I have this nice, longish list of goals I want to accomplish by (roughly) December 31, 2013. And most of those goals require a daily investment of my time. My full-time-work-at-home, new-mom time. Did you laugh at me? Snort in derision, maybe? It’s okay if you did. I forgive you….
My 13-month-old suddenly has an affinity for babies. She’s fascinated by them. She has a book of babies from around the world and suddenly, it’s her favorite book. She excitedly points out babies everywhere we go (even some older than her, which leads me to wonder if she realizes she, too, is a “baby”). When…
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I think it always feel like this … it’s why that love is so amazing.
Indeed, Wendi! Indeed! 🙂