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A Morning of Misses
It has been a MORNING. It has been a morning of missteps — small failures being collected and littered behind me forming a twisty, slipshod path where a straight line should have been. This morning, my oldest missed the bus, which in itself can throw a wrench into a semi-established morning routine. This morning, I […]
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Heavy Words
It’s 3:47 am. I can’t sleep. I was going to say thoughts were running though my mind – rampant and racing, but that’s not true. There are only a few, but they are heavy. Heavy, anchored, and seemingly swelling. It’s parenting, and its tough. Not only the act of parenting, but just the role, the […]
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I Break for Yoga
Piles. I couldn’t get my mind off of them — endless piles of laundry, unopened mail, and germ-filled tissues that loved to congregate on tables and couches instead of the trash can. It was a Tuesday morning, my oldest was in school, and my youngest was napping. Yes, napping (cue Hallelujah chorus). These days, her […]
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Running: happy, determined and free
Today the girls went running around the block. We knew we had to arrange for some type of active play. The squealing, stomping, and occasional tear could no longer be contained by these four walls. Bundled up, with shoes knotted twice, we went out. The cool air filled their lungs, fueling their wild spirits and […]
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School Tears
I enter the room and hear the thundering chatter of 20 preschoolers, sitting in a circle. Several shoelaces untied, tiny heads of unkempt hair a casualty of the playground, slick with sweat, Straining to stay in their assigned positions. Eagerly watching the door for someone who is theirs their signal to bolt, their piece of […]
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sometimes we crumble
Crumbling, under piles,of to-dos, dirty clothes, outbursts, and questions Need to breath in for five seconds, out for seven. my life is fulfilling how can I feel so much love? yet struggle? chasing memories, of fleeting moments that soon pass senses are flooded by deafening wines and disapproving frowns try to remember remember to breathe […]
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Do You Love Mama?
“Do you love Mama?” As I ask I feel a smile sneak though my lips no longer pursed to reflect the serious tone and expression. But you knew I was teasing, anyway. And respond with glee. You toss your head back, flashing your toothy grin. We lean in lock eyes you say “Dada” Defiantly, jubilantly […]
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hidden milestones
I feel incredibly emotional today. I am choking back tears and feel like what little energy I have is slowly seeping out of me, like a small tear in an inflatable raft, its not noticeable until you notice it, and then it’s just a disaster — plain and simple. Today is a normal day. My […]
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moments in time
Avrie continues to amaze us at how she has taken to her role as big sister. She truly is a little helper and does everything that I ask from fetching a diaper to holding the bottle when I feel like I don’t have enough hands. When Isla is upset, Avrie will take it upon herself […]
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some excuses. some valid.
Unfortunately, I have come to realize that finding time for myself is even harder than I thought – even after committing to making myself a priority. I can easily add myself to the list every day, but whether I put a checkmark next to my name is less predictable. I have lots of excuses. It […]
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