The juxtaposition of parenting in our chaotic world is that we can go from the minutia of wiping up the morning’s breakfast dishes, shuffling kids between activities, and playing Legos to then trying to explain terrorism, hatred, and racism.
I’m Sorry for What I Said When I Was Sleep Deprived: A letter to my husband on Father’s Day.
We watched our kids race after each other. They didn’t need us to entertain them, they were happy to play with each other. I said to my husband that this time in our life felt good. He agreed but stopped and looked at me with genuine concern and said, “I feel like the kids are … Continue reading
Mother’s Day Isn’t Perfect. We shouldn’t expect Mother’s Day to be perfect because motherhood isn’t perfect. Define, celebrate and reflect on motherhood in your own way. I waited impatiently for the light to blink and indicate the street was safe to cross. Late for a meeting, my mind was clouded and I just wanted to … Continue reading
I was losing me in motherhood. Stranded in motherhood by the monotony of laundry, carpool logistics, and meal planning. Stuck in picking up the toys, refereeing sibling fights and begging them to put on their shoes. Mom. Mom. Mom. I wanted to change my name. I wanted time alone. I was at the point where … Continue reading
In a decision my husband and I have yet to confirm was a good one, we decided that our children would have their tonsils and adenoids out on the same day this past month. My husband and I both took sick time and were home together to care for our children and took an “all … Continue reading