The child is 2 years old. Sitting and crying on the floor. They have been crying for a little while now. I sit too. Holding space as they cry. I am not talking to them. I am not touching them or even trying to hold them. Only sitting close. Meanwhile, the room around us is…
See this lovely photo of my kids doing a little activity in their PJs? They're so engaged. So focused. So happy. I look like a super mom! I felt like super mom! Let me put this in context for you though. Immediately after this my daughter refused to get dressed and brush teeth, yelled at…
"Beware. Ignorance protects itself. Ignorance promotes suspicion. Suspicion engenders fear. Fear quails, irrational and blind. Or fear looms, defiant and closed. Blind, closed, suspicious, afraid. Ignorance protects itself. And protected, ignorance grows." -Octavia E. Butler, from Parable of Talents There is an unwillingness to recognize ignorance. An unwillingness to admit it. To accept it. It…
So this is how writers with young children get their writing done. I was up from 2-4 am with the baby boy. He wore me down like a crashing wave wears down a mountain. Slowly. Relentlessly. Fitting imagery, too, since his sound machine is set to "crashing waves" and I've spent the last 2 hours…
I have one child sleeping and another off with her father getting some groceries. The house is quiet. Which, as any parent knows, is rare. I don't know that I really understood 'quiet' before I had children. Frankly, now that I have them, I'm not sure I understand how to handle 'quiet'. Nonetheless, I find…
The fourth trimester. The first 12 weeks with baby. I always assumed pregnancy and labor were the hardest parts of becoming a mother. Turns out, no. The breastfeeding, the hormones, the sleep deprivation, the anxiety; the sheer physicality of those first 3 months with a newborn is more intense than 9 months of pregnancy. I…
For the next several blogs I'll be writing about motherhood. In truth I have been reluctant to write my "Mom" stories. There is a part of me that feels like mommy blogs are low-hanging fruit and wouldn't be challenging...and are cliche. In other words, I resist the idea of being 'predictably mommy' on my blog. …
Dear Little Human, I hear you will be joining us sometime soon. I'm Rover, aka Buddy-pal, aka Red dog. I can't say that I'm completely thrilled that there is another little human on its way. In truth, I'm feeling a little dismayed. The first one, well...it was tiny and used to just lay around. That…
My husband and I watched the Oscars together a few weeks ago. I lounged on the couch and he thumbed through his FB feed. The award show was more background noise than anything. Then I heard the name Kobe Bryant. My husband looked up from his phone, confused. I sat up and turned to the…
Dear Baby Brother, My name is Evelyn. I'm a sister. Do you know what a sister is? I'm not totally sure either, but Mama and Dada keep telling me that's what I am now. Or that's what I'm gonna be soon. So I don't know what that means, but I hope being a sister is…
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