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
“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
At the risk of sounding like a terrible mother, this summer is kicking my ass.
There, I said it.
Last August I cried when it was time for summer to end and watch my oldest head off to first grade. And throughout the whole school year I wished for summer. I longed for the days of flexible schedules, staying up late, and no (well, less) lunch-packing. But summer’s in full swing now, friends. And we’re not even halfway through.
I call this picture “The Proud Mama”.
Yep, that’s my reflection in the mirror in the back of the dance studio. You can see from the look on my face that pride is literally radiating from my being.
Why am I so proud? You may think it’s because I am responsible for birthing this incredibly adorable ballerina. And, yes, that’s part of it. But what I’m most proud of is the fact that my baby girl is doing this. She is participating in her first dance class – her first independent extra-curricular activity, actually – and I couldn’t be happier for her.