A Journal of One Family’s Loss to Breast Cancer
Nana has been in my life since I was a little girl. I tell my children all the time that family is not just who you are born too, but it is also the special people that God puts in your life. For all of us, Nana was our family. In
To Clear Up The Confusion – I Am NOT An Octopus!
After all of these years of being a mother, I still forget how literally my children can take the things I say. Last night, the plan was that I would come home from work, throw together a quick dinner and then we would all head to the pool for an evening swim.
Helicopter Mom or Hub Director?
One of the hardest parts of parenting is letting go. As a new school year rapidly approaches, I feel the ache and pull in my heart as I slowly (and I do mean at a snails pace), let my children go out into the world.
Fireworks Without Tears
There was something so different aboutthe 4th of July this year. I could not put my finger on what it was. We had a great day playing, packing, and swimming. All the kids got alongand I accomplished a ton of stuff. Finally it was time for the traditional fireworkswe do every year in the street in front of the housewith everyone. It was the usual variety of smoke bombs (I still dont get why those areexciting), sparklers, little army tanks that are supposed to roll but never do, littleducks that are supposed to&
The Only “Push Present” I Want Comes In A Yellow Wrapper
The other night in one of the childbirth classes I teach, we were talking about pushing and the moment that your beautiful child comes out into the world and is placed in your arms. I was sort of choked up thinking about how beautiful the moment was when my first child was placed into my arms and how it made every minute of the 28 hour labor worth it. One of the moms asked me if I got a push present after I had each child.