Life has hit me wrong, left me hurting. The pain seems more than I can bear right now. I enter your room and am immediately met with four little feet charging straight ahead, nearly knocking me over in embrace. “Mommy! Mommy!” you squeal. Here with you, in this moment, the pain somehow fades to sweet… Continue reading In This Moment
I still remember the very first boy crush who was so bold as to grab my hand. His was sweaty, clammy, and a bit bony, but I was okay with that. Crush after crush I found, hand after hand I touched, and yet never has one been so perfect as yours. To hold your hand… Continue reading Someone Much Bigger to Hold My Hand
My dear girl, just a word of advise. When you want to lay next to a boy, arms intertwined, giving each other kisses: Make sure his mom is out of site. She was definitely not smiling. Also, do not let your dad find out about it. You are two years old and he is already… Continue reading Kissed the Girls and Made Them Cry
The librarian asked the children a question: “What do you dream about?” A plethora of answers were spouted out. My daughter stated she dreamt about pink cupcakes, and I do not doubt her words for a second. Then, one little girl shyly stated she dreamed about being a mommy. As soon as she admitted such she gave… Continue reading “My Dream is to be a Mommy” Came the Timid Reply
Arrhenphobia is the fear of men. I am secretly praying Boston will have this one during her high school years. Automysophobia is the fear of being dirty. Oh, what I would give for my kids to have just a touch of this one! Blennophobia, the fear of slime–no Goosebumps’ episodes for these individuals. Personally, I think… Continue reading Arrhenphobia–the Fear of Men
Was I told a lie? Are you not as big as they said? Are You really a bit more, well, human like, than I was made to believe? We were at the San Francisco Bay when my little girl fell on the wood pier. We quickly spotted two deep splinters in her hand and tried to remove… Continue reading Is God Not as Big as I Was Told?
Last year, only three weeks before my son was born, my aunt lost her baby girl, born stillborn. Life is fragile. . . My daughter is screaming at the top of her lungs in the middle of the nice restaurant. She has lungs to scream, and so this day, I am thankful. I discover my… Continue reading Life is Fragile; Handle With Care