Exhale. To breathe out. To release. To let go. There are days I can feel that I'm holding my breath. Waiting for news. Waiting for answers. Waiting for my son to fall off the furniture. And, when the news is good or the answer comes or he lands on something soft, I breathe relief. But, what about the times the email contains more worries, the answers ...
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Thursday Thoughts: There’s No Comparison
You know how when you have your second child, you tend to compare everything to the first? Like how he cut his teeth at this age or she walked at that one. It can take a while to realize this new child is not the same as the one you already have, and he isn't going to behave like it. I was able to avoid some of these comparisons with my first two kids because I expected a boy to ...
A word from the “worst mom ever”…
I am the "worst mom ever." My son told me so. Just now. And, he's not the first. His older sister has told me the same thing. His younger sisters will, too. I've even told myself a time or twenty. The thing is: we have vastly different opinions on what makes me the "worst." I feel "worst" when I know in my heart I've been bad. Bad temper, bad mood, bad mouth. Angry, ...
FMF: Lost
Someone once said that I could "navigate my way through the Congo without a map," and while I've never had the chance to prove that, there have been times when I've come pretty close. Like the time a friend and I took a wrong turn out in the African bush and had to find our way back to the city based on the location of the only landmark we recognized. I told my friend who was driving that if we ...