juxtapositions
What strikes me most is how my belief that I had a favourite stage has changed. Because living through these distinct stages at the same time has shown me how special they all are.
Category: parenting
on the final day of one
You are my wild child. My tiny firecracker. My little twin flame. It’s the matching of our energy that sometimes makes me feel breathless, though it might also be the cardio I earn chasing you around.
And, tomorrow, you are two.
fourteen
Fourteen years ago, you made me a mom. You’re the first boy I ever loved. And I’m so proud of you.
last but not least
(Although, that part might be a stretch… in addition to being my last baby, Baby E is also the tiniest.) If you aren’t assaulted by the onslaught of social media shares I’ve dropped in the past four weeks, you might be blissfully unaware that we welcomed our third son on October 3. Elliot Mac flew… Continue reading last but not least
on daycare, childcare, and being a working parent
The notion that people “let someone else” raise their kids because they send them to daycare is ludicrous.
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