Musings

My Child & Me

She walks the path before her with curiosity, wearing the mantle of bold exploration.  She sees the people we pass along the way with jubilation and greets every individual with a gusto-infused, “Hi!  I see you!”  The thought doesn’t even cross her mind to question whether every person she meets should be recognized and looked in the eye and given… Read more →

Consternation defined:

…when mommy tries to go clothes shopping with two toddlers in tow, and just as she reaches into the cart to gather her garments to try on, both children decide to bolt ahead of mommy to race her to a stall in the fitting room… but they disappear at warp speed into the MEN’S fitting room… Read more →

Raining Aid and Compassion

Two days ago I found myself in a terrifying position that made my heart stop. My day with the girls began the same way most of our shopping days do: Eliana loves practicing with her coveted safety scissors as she cuts up scrap paper “helping mommy coupon.”  In the mean time I furiously snip away, turning our living room into a field… Read more →

Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away.

~Dinah Craik

 

Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did – that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that – a parent’s heart bared, beating forever outside its chest.
―Debra Ginsberg

Sweet, Motorcycle-Riding Hubby

You know your husband loves you when he installs a sissy bar and buys you a helmet for Christmas so you can ride the motorcycle with him…  You know just how endearingly excited he is about the whole thing when he hands you the helmet in the kitchen and asks if you want to wear it while you cook dinner Read more →

“Look, Grandma!”

Jonathan and I picked up a neat trick from his aunt, Mica.  Because pointing can sometimes be an awkward or offensive gesture in public, depending on the circumstances, Mica has taught her children to “show” with a gently extended arm and an upturned palm, rather than point with an extended index finger.  After a number of interesting encounters in public… Read more →

In Loving Memory of Grandma May

Other than my parents, my grandmothers were the most influential figures in my life.  My maternal grandmother, LaVera May (for whom I am named), invested much of her life in me, pouring countless hours of her love and attention into my life.  Not only was she caring, strong, dependable and generous, but she was also fiercely spiritual.  In fact, it is… Read more →

Aunt Rachel’s

Eliana LOVES visiting Aunt Rachel’s… Mommy, is it time? No, baby. Now? No baby. How about now? No. Come eat breakfast. At Aunt Rachel’s?!?! No. Here. At Home.  I want Aunt Rachel’s food! I guess you’ll have to ask her for a snack when you visit, then. Right now?!? No, child. WHEN, then??? When Uncle Josh leaves for work, baby.… Read more →

Food (or Formula?) for Thought

Has anyone found the practice of life-long milk drinking alongside the advent of toddler formula to be an odd cultural double standard when it comes to scrutinizing the practice of extended breast feeding? Think about it for a moment: Our culture acknowledges the nutritional benefit of and encourages extended formula feeding until 24 months to “compliment toddler nutrition.” Our culture feels… Read more →

The Joy of Daddies

As I watch Jonathan play with baby Alyssa, air drumming with her pudgy fists, flying her around the room super man style, and swooping her across the room to use her head as a battering ram against my love handles, it makes me smile. It never ceases to amuse me to see how men tend to play with their babies… Read more →

Out of The Mouths of Babes: Good Company

I can’t get enough of this kid! I was taking a shower and Eliana wandered into the bathroom. “Mama, can I stand right here at the door?” “Yes baby.” “Oh, good, mama, because I wouldn’t want you to feel all alone!” “Thank you, sweetheart!” “Don’t worry, mama, I would never, EVER leave you!” “Thank you, baby, that’s so sweet.” “Mama,… Read more →

Little Mirrors of Accountability

I have come to realize what crystal clear mirrors I have been given in my children.  They so innocently yet palpably reflect my attitude back to me, underlining both my strengths and deficiencies with precision accuracy.  It has been a tough lesson for me to look at them and honestly acknowledge my reflection when I don’t like the manifestation displayed before… Read more →

The Body Beautiful

Our culture makes my heart ache.  As a people, we are devastatingly deceived and misguided. I write this for myself, for my mother, for my father.  I write this for my sweet babies.  I write this for all people everywhere, for we are all equal.  We are all the same.  We are all beautiful. Beautiful one, I beg of you,… Read more →