Motherhood
Writings from the divine and difficult trenches of motherhood.
Secrets of a Time-Traveling Mother
Motherhood has been full of surprises. For instance, since having children, I’ve become a crier. I’ve come to understand why sleep deprivation is a form of torture. I’ve been astounded by how much of myself I have had to face while learning how to parent another...
Sprinkles
Shit. I don't have any rainbow sprinkles. My child's teacher had graciously texted me earlier in the day - "Are you doing anything for his birthday in class tomorrow? If not I will probably do something for him!" In all the planning for his birthday party that...
Silent Night
It's Monday, December 20, and I am exhausted. My youngest child, 17 months old, is snuggled tightly against my breast while I rock her and sing to her before laying her in her crib to sleep. Because it is near Christmas, I decide to sing "Silent Night." She places her...
The Bathing Suit
I finally bit the bullet and bought myself a new bathing suit. It was sort of about not wanting to spend the money on myself. But mostly not. It was really about wanting to wait until I felt worthy of buying a new bathing suit. As I write this, I have a four-year-old,...
Paper Airplanes
The yellow glow of our interior house lights created sharp contrast against the navy night that had fallen outside. My husband, fairly sick with a cold, was laying on our cheap rug in the living room with our 3-month-old daughter on his belly, helping her with tummy...