I love water. Its movement. Its fluidity. The ocean. Lakes. Streams. And rain. Even rain. I love the way it hits the skylights in our home. The sound of it on our deck. The feel of being inside, warm and dry while it pours outside. The smell of it in the air. I can watch…
Category Archives: Mothering
4:30 in the Morning
“Mama! Mama!” His calls reach through the night and pull me awake. I stumble upright and grab my glasses, heading toward my firstborn’s room. I struggle to lift my feet, to walk lightly, as I pass the baby’s room on my way. I am groggy. It is early. Too early. Again. Through my foggy brain,…
I Love You, Little Tyrant
I love you, little tyrant. I love how you push your brother out of my lap and grab toys from his hands and drink his milk when he’s not looking. I love the constant path of destruction you cut through our home and your screams of frustration. I love how you fall and get right…
Monday
I’ve never liked Mondays. When I went to the office every day, it meant the week loomed ahead. Five long days. Five days of business. Five days until I could be carefree. When I became a stay-at-home mom, Mondays were, at first, a source of happiness. While the rest of the world headed back to…
Spring Break
Spring Break. For years, those words meant excitement and laughter and fun. A carefree escape from an otherwise scholarly existence. I traveled, in packs with my friends, to glamorous destinations and spent exorbitant sums on vacations I couldn’t afford. Those times were, to put it mildly, ragin’. When I outgrew the days of Spring Break,…
