When did I suddenly become the uncool one?? I am in my late 20s and yet have not set my foot into anything remotely fancy or “lady like” in. . . well, I would rather not admit this one. I no longer even know HOW to walk in a pair of high heels. I looked… Continue reading Trading in the Stilettos
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
Bribes, compromises, negotiations, empty threats: Is it not what this whole mommy thing is made up of? We do not have a 9-5 kind of life, we do not even have double shift weekends. Ours is 24/7, ready to drop everything for someone else’s needs. It is wonderful, it is beautiful, it is the greatest… Continue reading Survival of the Fittest
“Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.” ~Dr. Seuss An incident occurred which left me hurting. I should not have let my daughter be witness, and yet at the moment I did not give it much concern. She is young, she does not understand, she is playing with… Continue reading Eyes Wide Open
She was our waitress, the kindest waitress you will ever meet. She interacted with my little guy for a while and then turned to me, “My son is eight. . . He is still living in the Philipines with my parents.” I realized in that moment the utter triviality of my “First World Problems.” We spoke… Continue reading My First World Problems
NAME CHANGE ALERT!!!!!!!! Nothing huge, everything remains the same, besides the name! I started my blog right after my son was born and both kids were still in diapers. I don’t know if “started” is the best word. I created the account and then completely forgot about it until this past March. NOW I am… Continue reading Hugs, Kisses, & Dirty Diapers NO MORE!!
“What is REAL?” the Velveteen Rabbit asked the Skin Horse one day. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?” “Real isn’t how you are made,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to… Continue reading Will the Real Mom Please Stand Up?