
Summertime Reads for Any Mom
It’s summer, which means warm weather, road trips, and vacations to see Grandma—which means I also get a few to read a good book!

It’s summer, which means warm weather, road trips, and vacations to see Grandma—which means I also get a few to read a good book!

My husband is a perfectly capable human being. Completely. Given a to-do list, he will do anything I ask him to. But sometimes, it’s easier to do it myself.

We all know the stages of grief—denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. I’ve been through them…and added a sixth stage—fear.

I hear all the time how “normal” my son seems and looks of surprise when people meet him. I worry about him because his special needs are almost invisible.

I’m the lone female in a house full of men. (Well, unless you count the cat, but she hides in our bedroom closet all the time—and I can’t really blame her.)

Both my mom and step-dad had great jobs and we never talked about money. I know I was privileged, but I want my children to understand the value of work.

Remember me? I’m the one who wrote to tell you all about the not-so-terrible-two’s a few months ago. I’m back to apologize because…I LIED.

I always knew the day would come when my boys would ask about my parents, but it’s hard to prepare for the questions that will come from their tiny mouths.

I watched teary-eyed when baby Jack on This Is Us was placed in the NICU. In an instant, I was transported back two years to when my own baby was born.

I’ve got a case of the “should’s”. You know what I mean. That icky mommy place where you beat yourself up over all the things your kiddos should be doing?

“Women can’t have it all”, they say. “It’s not possible.”I wore that weight for a long time, thinking that I couldn’t have everything my heart desired.

When my first son was born, it took me a while to love him. I have to pause now and sit with that for a minute. I didn’t feel love for my firstborn son.
























