There are some memories that stay so vibrant in your mind that you can almost relive them when you close your eyes. That is how the day you arrived is for me. I’d been having miserable sleeps for over a week, with Braxton Hicks contractions and discomfort keeping me up. Just ten days prior, the… Continue reading and now you are four
The Google Home timer is going off as I fire the dishcloth into the sink and say “Stop,” before dimming the kitchen light and walking away. The floor could still use a good sweep but my five-minute cleaning window is over and the floor will keep. The crumbs will still be there when I have… Continue reading timers + letting go
Dear 25-year-old-self, I know things feel hard right now. I know you feel lost. But, you’re not. In these moments when you feel like a failure, it’s impossible to imagine that you’ll look back and feel pride. You will. You worked hard even when you felt like giving up. You held it together when it… Continue reading dear 25-year-old-self
Two years ago this morning, nothing felt like it was going fast. For a week, I’d been struggling through discomfort and end-of-pregnancy misery. I was hormonal. I was tired. I was having off-and-on contractions (which had also happened with S, who’d arrived a month ahead of his due date). In fact, two years ago this… Continue reading two fast
It’s almost impossible to describe how perplexing the passing of time can be. Somehow, fifteen years have come and gone. Fifteen years of memories, highs and lows, heartaches, laughter, hugs, high fives, hockey games, mini road trips, date days, and spats. Fifteen years of motherhood. Fifteen years of F. It’s now 11:30am and, while I… Continue reading fifteen
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