“I’m not a bad mom.” I force myself to say it… ~~~~~~~~ The three of us throw our hands into the circle, “One, two, three, FAMILY!” we shout before going into the children’s museum. The morning was going so good. Better than good even. And then I blew it. The three of us entered the… Continue reading I’m Not a Bad Mom
We were having friends over to the pool, and I was running like a mad woman trying to make it look like our place was always this spotless. Except, my mad woman skills kept being interrupted by fighting and whining and clinging–all morning long. I felt I was reaching my end when one last fight… Continue reading But Grace
To my son, I watch as you strut around the house in those little basketball underwear, proudly showing off that rounded belly and chubby legs. I know that someday soon that belly will grow tight with abs, those legs long and lean. You will style your hair, wear the designer clothes. You will look good,… Continue reading And I Saw Handsome
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