Dear Son, Last night, you wondered out loud why some mommies have girl babies in their tummies, and some mommies have boy babies. And so it begins. We talked about how your DNA is like a recipe for how your body will grow. We paused. You asked more. We talked about how daddies have…
I sat in the middle of a mountain of clean laundry tonight. Small, soft hills of little boy tees mixed with my husband’s gym shorts and a few of my nursing bras. A baby onesie stained with a faded orange trail of ibuprofen. The thin fabric of my favorite yoga pants, smooth under my…
Update: I am sharing this post again, three years later, in honor of the brave young woman who shared her Victim Impact Statement with the world after she was raped by Brock Turner. Three years later, and if you change the town of “Steubenville” to “Stanford”, the issues remain the same. Of course they do.…
Max: “Owwwwwww!” Mommy: “What hurts honey?” Max: “Meeeeee!” It’s Day 2 of the high-fever-with-no-known-cause Version 2.0, and my poor little guy is miserable. Max: “I want some noo-noo’s!” Me: (gets up, makes noodles, brings them to Max’s nest of blankets on the couch) Max: (crying hysterically) “NOOOOOO! I want NEW noo-noos!!! NEW ones!” Me: (gets…
There is a deep chasm of fear and failure that separates the mother that I am, and the mother that I long to be. When I was pregnant with Max, I was SO good at parenting that some days I amazed even myself. I took classes on breastfeeding and childbirth at a swanky private boutique…
1. Who knew that the stomach flu could look so cute? 2. Do you see that picture of Max sleeping ever so sweetly on the couch? That NEVER happens. Barring a fever of 103.1, my child will not fall asleep without extraordinary measures (car drive, long stroller walk, hours of pleading, etc). It broke my…