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Sentimental Mess

Sentimental Mess

It’s so trite, but it’s so true. Time flies. My kids are growing up faster than I can keep up.  They surprise me with their moments of comprehension and maturity.  They enrage me with their attitude and intentional disobedience.  They confuse me with their quirky preferences and distinct personalities.  But most of all, they make … Continue reading

The Elusive Search for the Right Balance

The Elusive Search for the Right Balance

To this day, I struggle a lot with my decision to work part-time.  It seems like a no-brainer to many.  On paper, it also seems like a no-brainer to me.  It’s the perfect balance.  Work some days.  Stay at home some days.  Best of both worlds.  Ofcourse. But the heart is tricky.  It’s not so … Continue reading

Mom vs. Mommy

I can’t take it.  It’s breaking my heart. MM has begun to call me “mom.” Mom?!?!? No, this is not acceptable.  I am still mommy.   We can’t be rushing ahead to the title of mom like this.  It’s not fair.  I need more time.  I need those cheeks to stay chubby.  I have photo albums to … Continue reading

Applauding Independence

Applauding Independence

Today, TL spoke those dreaded words for the first time:  “No, me do it.” And so it begins.  Independence.  With it comes fierce opinions and single-minded determination. In this case, it had to do with buckling herself into her car seat.  She loves playing with the buckles, but she’s not so great at actually getting … Continue reading

Wasting Time

I’m in this weird funk lately.  As much as I want to be productive with my time, all I crave right now is to waste it.  To do nothing of importance.  To stare off into space. I’m tired of being productive. So what did I do tonight after the kids were tucked in, dishes were … Continue reading

A Simple Song of Love

Not too long ago, I had a lengthy discussion with a teenage girl and her father about healthy eating and making exercise a priority.  They were silent for a moment after I pointed out her weight and BMI on the growth curve.  She wasn’t even on the curve anymore. As I watched them, I felt a disconnect.  … Continue reading