
Put on that Bathing Suit: The Girls are Watching
Putting on that bathing suit was a BIG deal for me and my girls’ reactions made an impact. What they think matters more than anything.
Putting on that bathing suit was a BIG deal for me and my girls’ reactions made an impact. What they think matters more than anything.
When my mother died within two months of my daughter’s birth, I knew I had to do something to tie the two events together.
I thought that as an adult, I was done with panic attacks. I was cocky, hadn’t had one in years, I was so obviously over them. But when your life is somehow upended, the dormant ways float back to the surface.
I started wondering about the accountability of personal trainers. What if I didn’t tell Tim about my health, followed his diet, and wound up in the hospital?
I sound like a broken record, even to myself. But what is my alternative? I need to teach my children how to speak to me so I can hear them.
Today I showered. That was it. That’s all I accomplished for the entire day.
I’ve dropped the weight. My belly looks lumpy and is the antithesis of flat. But I’ve dropped the weight that matters.
Parenting a child with hemophilia means learning how to separate fear from love; they are so intimately bound together in a parent’s heart.
I take issue with the ‘modesty’ pads in sports bras. You know—those pads that sometimes are removable and keep the world at large from knowing when you’re cold.
You know that feeling when you wake up like a shot, mind alert, heart pounding? It’s anxiety.
Putting on that bathing suit was a BIG deal for me and my girls’ reactions made an impact. What they think matters more than anything.
When my mother died within two months of my daughter’s birth, I knew I had to do something to tie the two events together.
I thought that as an adult, I was done with panic attacks. I was cocky, hadn’t had one in years, I was so obviously over them. But when your life is somehow upended, the dormant ways float back to the surface.
I started wondering about the accountability of personal trainers. What if I didn’t tell Tim about my health, followed his diet, and wound up in the hospital?
I sound like a broken record, even to myself. But what is my alternative? I need to teach my children how to speak to me so I can hear them.
Today I showered. That was it. That’s all I accomplished for the entire day.
I’ve dropped the weight. My belly looks lumpy and is the antithesis of flat. But I’ve dropped the weight that matters.
Parenting a child with hemophilia means learning how to separate fear from love; they are so intimately bound together in a parent’s heart.
I take issue with the ‘modesty’ pads in sports bras. You know—those pads that sometimes are removable and keep the world at large from knowing when you’re cold.
You know that feeling when you wake up like a shot, mind alert, heart pounding? It’s anxiety.