Mothering

Hugs

Seven has been full of eye rolls and huffing and puffing and “are you even listening to me?” Shitty diapers, midnight fevers, and not sharing seem like a walk in the park right now. Seven, on my part, has been full of deep breaths and giving space and a voice inside whispering, “Don’t forget the …

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Mothering

The Grass Ain’t Greener

I’ve been told I’m an amazing mother. My daughters are lucky to have me. The girls are wonderful children because I’m doing such a tremendous job. I usually smile and say thanks while admitting to being nothing more than human, imperfect and human. Anything after “thanks”, though, usually gets brushed aside. I’m left feeling like a fraud. …

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Potpourri

The A-to-Z of Me

I spent some time yesterday walking down memory lane on the blog. I read old posts, went through old drafts. I learned 3 things – 1. I often don’t remember what I write. When I reread my writing, I’m always surprised the words are mine, a pleasant surprise usually. 2. While I don’t post often, …

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