I am currently doing my Master’s of Education summer courses which means I am in classes from 8:30 a.m. until 4:30 p.m. Which is to say: I get up at 5:30 a.m. Need I say anymore? Okay then, I will. Which is also to say that I go to bed at 12:30 a.m. because I …
Ten evidences that I have ‘parented’ in the last twenty-four hours… 10.) Although I picked both daughters up late for Birthday Party # 1 (let’s just say…I am use to seeing the cell phone out and panicked looks on my children’s faces) and then dropped one daughter off at the wrong entrance for Birthday Party …
Post-Mother’s Day 2013 (survived!). And so here I am reflecting now, on a few of my favorite things. Mothers and holidays and good old-fashioned truth-telling. Blog style. And I got to thinking about motherhood. About the mothers I know and love, and about how each special mother, from those who are steady and patient to …
And here it is again…post-Mother’s Day (in case you missed it the first time!) Another Mother’s Day come and gone. Let me hear a whoop-whoop from the peanut gallery. Ah, Mother’s Day! A day of great expectations and high aspirations. Look it. Here’s my unbiased advice for surviving the day. Let’s just all take a …
Tomorrow is Mother’s Day. Let me hear a whoop-whoop from the peanut gallery. Ah, Mother’s Day! A day of great expectations and high aspirations. Look it. Here’s my unbiased advice for surviving the day. Let’s just all take a b-iiii-gggg breath. And then, let us exhale in unison. Now. Let us release all those fuzzy, …
It’s okay to rue the day you’ve just lived. And thank your lucky stars that it is over. We know you are still the greatest, Mom. And it is also okay if there is not one moment of that day in which you lived completely and joyfully in the moment. Or one moment wherein you …
I am suppose to write a blog piece for the Huffington Post about motherhood (for their special upcoming Mother’s Day issue in another week). And I have no idea what to write. I am a loss. There are no pearls of wisdom, no gems of gold from which others can glean sage advice. No nothing. …
Confession time. I don’t think greatness should be the standard when it comes to mothering. On the contrary. I think it is okay to be a good enough mother. Good enough mothers should at the very least get an “E” for effort. We do put forth our best, never mind how erratic that might look …
So, here’s where the rubber meets the road. Yesterday, I wrote about seeing the best in people. And I love doing that in my role as teacher, friend, colleague, volunteer. But probably the hardest place for me to practice seeing the best in people is when it comes to family. Because let’s face it, family …
I succumbed to new depths of misery today, in the form of the after-school ski program. I literally, no word of a lie, pulled Littlest One up three cross-country ski- hills, most of which while holding both her poles and mine. And the only music to my ears was her incessant wailing, I mean full-out …
Sometimes. A body just needs to know. To feel. A mother’s love. To know that she is there. That she’s within arm’s length, when storylines get dark, ominous, sinister. That she is only a whisper away. When the plot thickens to a portentous climax. When the theatrics prove a bit too much to take. One …
It is a breathtakingly beautiful day outside. I send the Fearless Foursome outside for some fresh air and exercise. What I wish I could write about this experience is this: Everyone played in harmonious co-operation whilst enjoying some excellent winter recreational activity while tromping around in the sparkling snow. What really happened: Everyone proceeded to …