Not enough

I love you. Good morning baby. Go find Daddy, Mommy has to take a shower. Here is your t-shirt. Are you ready to go? Where are your rain pants? Forget it, just get in the car. Good bye. I love you. I love you. I’m sorry I was in such a rush. I’m running late [...]

Being Six: or how we’re all learning to focus on the positives

We decided to start using a marble jar a few weeks ago after a series of ruckus days where everything seemed to be “No!” and “Stop!” and “Don’t do that!” Both T and I were exhausted by the constant reprimanding and redirection, and both of us agreed we needed to do a better job of [...]

This boy I love

Oh yes. Some serious silliness with my big boy. I love how this series captures us.. Trying to describe him now defies my ability to avoid cliches: every time I take the minute to look at him, really look at him, I’m stunned by the fact that he’s six. That he is my first baby, [...]

tonight

“Mommy,” he says, sitting up like a small bird in his top bunk, “I just have the feeling stuck in my head that the lightening can strike and kill me. “ I can’t see his eyes, but I know they’re huge; red rimmed from allergies, lashes so long they get crisscrossed when he rubs them. [...]

Utter failings and exquisite truths

It hit me today while I was running that I don’t tell stories here nearly as much as I used to and I miss it, and I can see that you must miss it because the comments dwindle when I post sporadically and tersely with just a few scraps of observation from my day. And [...]