Growing up

Mama, It Is Enough

There is a height chart on the wall reminding me that I didn’t do the “parenting thing” I planned to do.

A Love Letter to My Last Child

Dear last child of mine, You are the last baby I will hold, the last baby whose soft body I will smell, the last one I will feed and comfort at night.

Five More Minutes

Five more minutes has forever been the lament of my son. It started with bedtimes when he was young, and continued through to high school.

Dear 29-Year-Old Me

Good job on your twenties! You’ve made some bold and brave decisions. Even better, you’ve had some spectacular failures and learned so many things.

I Just Finished Her Baby Book

Fine, I’m not EXACTLY totally finished. There are slots in my daughter’s baby book for photos that are sitting empty that need to be filled. I have to remember what she was given for her fifth birthday party, even though I could confidently guess “princess stuff” and “My Little Pony nonsense” and that would pretty much cover it.

My Baby’s Growing Up

My baby is growing up. She’s gone from napping to texting, walking to playing club sports, learning to eat solid foods to cooking dinner for our family.

All of Her Firsts are All of My Lasts

I cried when she walked for the first time. And cried every time I thought about it for the following week. She’s getting big so fast…and each first is the last time.

Mama, It Is Enough

There is a height chart on the wall reminding me that I didn’t do the “parenting thing” I planned to do.

A Love Letter to My Last Child

Dear last child of mine, You are the last baby I will hold, the last baby whose soft body I will smell, the last one I will feed and comfort at night.

Five More Minutes

Five more minutes has forever been the lament of my son. It started with bedtimes when he was young, and continued through to high school.

Dear 29-Year-Old Me

Good job on your twenties! You’ve made some bold and brave decisions. Even better, you’ve had some spectacular failures and learned so many things.

I Just Finished Her Baby Book

Fine, I’m not EXACTLY totally finished. There are slots in my daughter’s baby book for photos that are sitting empty that need to be filled. I have to remember what she was given for her fifth birthday party, even though I could confidently guess “princess stuff” and “My Little Pony nonsense” and that would pretty much cover it.

My Baby’s Growing Up

My baby is growing up. She’s gone from napping to texting, walking to playing club sports, learning to eat solid foods to cooking dinner for our family.

All of Her Firsts are All of My Lasts

I cried when she walked for the first time. And cried every time I thought about it for the following week. She’s getting big so fast…and each first is the last time.