We recently visited a local cemetery to decorate a family grave-site on Memorial Day. My nine-year-old daughter and seven-year-old son eventually went off with great-grandpa to help him walk his little terrier dog and explore the grounds. Apparently, the dog found a chipmunk, chased it, and killed it. They told me my daughter helped bury … Continue reading A Chipmunk’s Burial
I found myself once again at a party, exchanging birth stories with other women. So many of them gave touching, emotional tales about how they felt when their babies finally came into the world. They recounted weeping tears of joy and relief while feeling a flood of maternal love wash over them. My own mother … Continue reading Birth Stories: A Mother’s Day Post
I was driving home from a doctor's appointment with my toddler in tow one sunny winter's day. The entire week up until this point I had been working with my little two-year-old daughter on naming farm animals and the noises they made. Her favorite seemed to be the sheep (baa!). Taking some back roads, I … Continue reading Baa, Baa, Black Sheep, Mommy’s Lost Her Mind
You have not done dishes until you have completed them with a toddler hugging your legs, causing your pants/shorts/skirt to inch uncomfortably and immodestly down, your shirt sleeves falling into the water, while the phone rings, and your older children are bouncing off the walls until they get hurt and cry.