Tagged with parenting

Six Weeks of One-Word Prayers

Six Weeks of One-Word Prayers

You don’t know what the story is about when you’re in the middle of it. You think you do, but you don’t. You make up all kinds of possible story lines: this is about growing up. Or this is about living without fear. You can guess all you want, but you don’t know. All you … Continue reading

A Tale Of Soup Carnage & Forgiveness

A Tale Of Soup Carnage & Forgiveness

My hair was everywhere but the ponytail I had put it in. My shirt was sticking to me. But I didn’t care; productivity was coursing through my veins that morning. Dinner was already loaded into the crock-pot, the chickpeas, kale and curry simmering into a fragrant medley. I had then viciously attacked all the impossible-to-chop … Continue reading

Marking the Ordinary

Marking the Ordinary

Today you jumped into the tub with me. Fully clothed. I was taking a bath. Reading. Soaking. I saw you take in my zen state. Your baby eyes brightened and you gave me that impossibly endearing grin before hauling your solid little body over the ledge. Not too long ago I may have been aghast … Continue reading

Warming the Bench

Warming the Bench

Shannon Delmonico Photographs As my little family crested the grassy hill, I felt my courage leave me. In front of us was a massive spray park, metal tubes jutting out of the ground from every angle, gushing buckets of water out onto dozens of little ones, their shrieks piercing every eardrum within a one mile … Continue reading

May You Feel Seen

May You Feel Seen

Happy Mother’s Day to you who have who have labored To you who wipe away snotty noses and salty tears with your ratty sweatshirt To you who read the same dog-eared story (with voices) each night like it’s the first time To you who stay up late because he just needed to talk And then … Continue reading

My Yellow Brick Road

My Yellow Brick Road

Do you think Dorothy ever tired of the yellow brick road? Sure it was the place where everyone wanted to be – the Tin Man, Cowardly Lion, and Scarecrow seemed pretty content. But do you think from time to time, she saw the rest of her days gleaming straight ahead and looked wistfully at the … Continue reading

My Burnt Badge of Honor

My Burnt Badge of Honor

There’s a charming little ditty that Alice sings when she gets lost in Wonderland: “I give myself very good advice. But I very seldom follow it. That explains the trouble that I’m always in . . .” This is  a girl after my own heart. Her insightful self-evaluation rang true for me, most recently, the … Continue reading

Hey Good Mom

Hey Good Mom

I was going to get all controversial today. Super soapbox-y. You probably would have gotten offended. But about halfway through my rant I realized that while raging has it’s uses, it wasn’t the right delivery for what i wanted to say. So I’m simplifying because there’s something I need to say to you. And to … Continue reading

My Nougat-y Center vs My Judge-y Candy Shell

my little one is now 8 months old.  he is the epitome of all that is sunshine and moonbeams and rainbows in my world. which is lovely. and horrifying. see, i never thought of myself as being overly maternal.  when i was pregnant i proclaimed that i would most definitely be going back to some … Continue reading