Faking It
This post was inspired by Zoie’s post, “I Am A Fake,” on her blog, TouchstoneZ. When I was pregnant with my second child, I would wake up before my three-year-old and try … Continue reading Faking It
Category: Motherhood
Halloween Pie
When I was a kid, the month of October sounded like the whir of the sewing machine as my mother made Halloween costumes for all three of us kids. Not … Continue reading Halloween Pie
My Son’s First Sports Bra
I was organizing library books in my four-year-old’s room while he dressed for bed the other night. I looked up from my task. He gave me an odd little smile … Continue reading My Son’s First Sports Bra
Summer Lessons
A few weeks ago I was tucking my daughter into bed when she said, almost in tears, “Mommy, this has been an awful summer!” That afternoon, I’d made an error … Continue reading Summer Lessons
Lullaby
My four-year-old asked me to sing him a lullaby before bed tonight. “Which one do you want me to sing?” I asked. He proceeded to sing a little lullaby of … Continue reading Lullaby
Motherhood and Planned Obsolescence
People write about “leaning in” and “opting out,” and I just feel entirely outside of that conversation. Ever since I was a little girl, the only thing I’ve really aspired … Continue reading Motherhood and Planned Obsolescence
An Example of my Excellent Parenting
My four-year-old learned how to button his own shirt this morning. After dressing himself from head-to-toe 100% by himself, he was incredibly proud and came into my room to show … Continue reading An Example of my Excellent Parenting
The Boston Blueberries
For my son’s fourth birthday, a friend gave him this hat: Yesterday he and I were paying for our produce at the farm stand when the woman in line behind … Continue reading The Boston Blueberries
Lost in Translation
My kids were in swim lessons this week. This means that every day this week, rain for shine, we schlepped to the lake for their back-to-back lessons. Two days ago, … Continue reading Lost in Translation
Lyrical Liberties
Every night I sing my nearly four-year-old son a few songs when I tuck him into bed. He’s got several that he enjoys, but one of his favorites is “The … Continue reading Lyrical Liberties
Worm Walk
It wasn’t raining when we left the house. We turned left up the street, and then I walked over to look at our vegetable garden while my daughter waited on … Continue reading Worm Walk
Second Breakfast
My three-year-old was busy at his play kitchen with a skillet and some wooden fruit. “Mommy, would you like some tasty chicks?” he called. “Chicks or chips?” I asked. “Chicks,” … Continue reading Second Breakfast
Imperfect Happiness 