Help! I Need Nobody!
The Lesson Unlearned I came home from the urgent care with CD images of my broken rib. As I eased into a chair, my 3 year old son bounded toward me. My husband ran to catch him: “No DON’T JUMP on Mommy!” He was confused, as I’m clearly his personal gym. So, I pulled him…
Meet Them In Our Hearts:
Talking with Children About Death My phone dinged. A note from my daughter’s kindergartner teacher waited in the class app. The note began friendly enough: “She’s doing well today … but…” And you know there’s always a but … “A few times this afternoon, she said she was sad because her aunt died when she…
To Click It is the Ticket
Before I could turn off the water in the sink, my 3-year-old son opened the restroom door and ran into the restaurant. By the time I caught up with him, he was already in the middle of the room. He ran to his grandparents, proclaiming at the very top of his lungs: “I PEED IN…
New Year, Same Me
The second day of the New Year was the last day of winter break. Since we had been traveling and visiting family during the holidays, we were excited to spend a full day in our pjs, watching movies. We had the movies all picked out, starting with what my kids call “Stage Encanto” (Or Encanto…
Hurry Up and Wait
On the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, my daughter and I went on a quick errand to the craft store. As we walked in, my daughter grabbed my hand and pulled me back. “We can’t go in there,” she said. “Why?” I asked, looking around for danger, “What’s wrong?” “That!” she proclaimed, pointing to the display window.…
Mama On Boards
“No! Don’t go!” my children each clung to a leg. I threw my travel mug and keys on the counter, making my hands available to put one palm on each kid’s soft hair. “I’m sorry, loves. I want to stay, but I have to go to this meeting.” My 5 year old daughter looked up at me,…
Writing Prompts
This week I had the privilege to attend a writing workshop at Montreat Conference Center. Every day, I met with a group of 10 writers of all ages and backgrounds. It was a joy to gather with other writers, hear their unique voice come through their pieces, and be stretched in my own. I haven’t…
Kindergarten Ready?
This morning, my daughter had everything ready to go. She picked out the perfect dress (garnet and lace — just the right amount of style and comfort). She selected her comfort shoes (sparkly gold with a pink bow and light-up rhinestones). She packed her brand new Minnie Mouse backpack. She put the “ready confetti” from…
Don’t Fake It, Just Make It
“What in the world is this?” my daughter asked holding up a picture she had found on my phone. “Is that Cinderella?” “That’s the inside of Cinderella,” I said. “She looks craaaaaazy!” The 5-year-old proclaimed. This particular Cinderella did look craaaaaazy on the inside, which is precisely why I had taken the picture of the…
Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Balloons
“Nooooooooo,” my 2-year-old son screamed into the sky! “MY BAWOOOON! Come back!” “Well, that balloon’s up in space now,” his big sister said matter of factly. I just stood there, increasingly frustrated, holding onto two small hands, a drink carrier of milkshakes, and a heavy diaper bag that was slowly slipping down my arm. “MY…
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