Tag: parenting
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A Small Rebellion
I lifted you out of the baby car seat and held you on my lap in the padded wooden church pew. You were two months old—small enough to lay on your back with your head at my knees and your little feet resting on my stomach. You loved to stare up at the lights on…
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Denouement
If 2023 were a story, December would be its denouement—the falling action of a plot when all the conflicts are finally resolved. Of course, that’s not really how life works. Our stories don’t wrap themselves up in a shiny red bow just in time for the year’s end. Some stories begin and end in less…
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Canvas and Clay
I remember the day my son was born and feeling his soft, tender skin for the first time. Every inch of it was perfect, just like him. No marks or blemishes had changed him from how he had formed inside me. The thought of doing anything that would bring my son out of his current…
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Sunday Mornings
I remember being in church one Sunday morning when, just as the sermon was beginning, a toddler darted up the main aisle wearing only a T-shirt and a diaper. His pregnant mother chased him, holding a used diaper in her hand, and caught up to him just before he reached the pastor. She quickly apologized,…
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Mom Confessions
One of the things I want to do with this blog is share about the things people don’t always talk about. Some of the best things I’ve read have been posts or essays where other moms shared their experiences in a way that made me feel more “normal.” Just knowing you’re not the only one…
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From the Rocking Chair
I’m nursing the baby before bed, like I do every night, in the rocking chair that used to belong to my mom. My daughter, 8 months old, is wearing her cozy jammies with the lemons on them. Her soft head rests on my arm, and her little hand plays with my shirt, my thumb, my…
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Unfolded Laundry and the Entryway Mat
My mom showed me an entryway mat—large and navy blue—and asked me if I liked it for the space inside my front door. She said the last time she came through my front door the old mats smelled like cat pee, so she thought it would be best to just replace them. Naturally, I was…
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Bubbles
I set Phoebe on a blanket in the grass on a warm, sunny afternoon, thankful for the nice weather and the chance to be outside. Walter loves to play outside, and parenting is somehow easier out here in the fresh air (and when I can’t see the dishes, the clutter, and the cat hair collecting…
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My 5 Favorite Things Right Now | June 2023
This is just a fun little post to share some of the little things that make me happy. These aren’t necessarily my only “favorite” things, but they are a few that came to mind quickly. So, in no particular order, here’s a quick little look at things I’m taking time to appreciate today, this week,…
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The Red Hoodie
My son came out of his bedroom closet, oblivious to the mess he’d just made, holding a grey hoodie. “Is this Walter’s?” he asked, because he still sometimes refers to himself in the third person. “It was yours when you were younger,” I told him. “It’s too small for you now.” I recognized the sweatshirt.…
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