Our son loves to watch the world through this little window next to our front door. From it he watches the dog across the street, the pheasant run through the front yard, and the weather change by the hour. He also watches every time I leave. Every. Time. And each time I watch his eyes bore into mine as I …
Brushing Dreams
Caramel-colored strands of hair cascade down a back clothed in pink. With long, smooth strokes I brush. The tangles are long gone, but she is engrossed in her book and I can’t will myself to move, so still I brush. Breathing in the fresh scent of strawberry shampoo and reveling in this quiet moment together. Well, it would be quiet …
The Beauty of Motherhood
A body weary from early mornings, late nights and countless laps around the house holding small hands clinging to security. Hair tussled from taking time each morning to carefully quaff and style everyone else’s. Re-wearing the same jeans. Again. Because uniforms come first. A cup of coffee reheated in the microwave. Again. From breakfast. And now it’s 8pm. Sleep-warm cheeks …
Love at First Sight? What if you don’t bond with your baby?
When my first child was born back in 2005, I was ready. I had wanted a baby for a long time; I had spent my adolescence babysitting and working with children in all sorts of forums and formats; I had planned, read and thought about every aspect of my pregnancy, delivery, and the first days at home with baby. The …
The Mirrors in My House
We have a few mirrors strategically placed throughout the house. Bathroom, bedrooms, even the living room. However, there are two mirrors that I have been particularly aware of recently. They’re smaller; I have to stoop down to see in them fully, in fact. When I stop and look, I see my eyes, my smile, my slightly furrowed brow even though …
Musings
I had really hoped to have an inspiring, uplifting, powerful post this week. The last two weeks have been pretty heavy between the Messy Faith and Raw posts. However, I have been plagued with an ear infection that just won’t quit. And my creative juices, I think, must still be stuck behind my ear drum with everything else. š So, …
War Stories
Weāve all heard themā¦ āI was in hard labor for 96 hours and the epidural didnāt take.ā āMy babyās head was the size of a 5 year oldsā.ā The war stories of womanhood. What is it about childbirth that compels us to tell our story to any and every woman who will listen? Youād think weād get tired of it; …
The Better Mom Launches Today!!
I’m so excited to announce that a new site for Moms is launching today over at The Better Mom ! Whether you’re a new mom, an experienced mom, single or married, there will be something for you here! There’s an amazing group of contributors over there and I’m humbled that I get to be one of them! I will be …
Superhero Sweet Dreams: A Mother’s Lullaby to her Son
You snuggle close, wrapping one arm behind my back, the other resting gently on my hand. I bask in the warmth of your freshly bathed form, wrapped in your favorite fleece. My eyes drink in every last inch of your face; your to-die-for-long lashes, that lock of strawberry blonde hair that refuses to stay brushed to one side, your button …
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