Saturday THEN vs. NOW –
THEN: Sleep late into the morning, with sunlight being the only disruption to your slumber.
NOW: Be woken up at the crack of dawn by your first born disruption. Sunlight is the least of your worries.
THEN: Run errands or not. Maybe take a solo trip to the mall to shop for yourself, if you want.
A few months ago, I was enjoying a late summer day with my toddler son. We were taking advantage of the beautiful weather by playing with some sidewalk chalk in our driveway.
“Make a rainbow!” my son instructed me. So, I did and drew a neat little ROYGBV (no indigo) arch. He was not satisfied.
“No! Not like that! A big rainbow with ALL the colors!” Continue reading
Gather round, my friends. I want to share something with you.
This month I am participating in a writing challenge to write one blog post or article each day. This is something I want – no need – to do for myself. I have fallen out of a writing routine recently, and I need this to help get me back on track.
Writing was my dream. IS my dream. What I have always wanted to do. And the fact that almost 3 years ago I found my way back to it after quitting my day job tells me it is meant to be. Continue reading
I cleaned off my dining room table today and suddenly felt like I had my shit together.
I didn’t, of course. But looking at that clear space where clutter had just been had an unusually calming effect on me. It was almost as if the table was cheering me on. “See? You got this,” it seemed to say to me with the light reflecting off its shiny cherry finish.
As I sat in the chair facing the open space where school supplies and papers had been piled, I could breathe a little deeper. It was a small space where I could look to and physically avoid the hecticness that is adulting and parenthood. Continue reading
“Don’t catch me, Mommy!” my three-year-old exclaimed as I reached for him.
He was busy bounding up and down the bleacher steps at his Daddy’s baseball game last night. Happy and confident, he was taking such pleasure in the loud “boom” the metal planks made with each exaggerated step that he took. He was having a most wonderful time.
I, on the other hand, was watching with bated breath. My insides clenched with anxiety with each move he made, as I just waited for him to fall. My mommy instincts were in full effect, and I swooped in to rescue him. I reached out for his hand. Continue reading
