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Category Archives: parenting
One night, when Trinity was four, she woke up unable to talk and barely able to breath. At the end of my life, when I review all my parenting moments, that will go down as one of the scariest. We … Continue reading
This is one of my most favorite photographs in the whole wide world. The mother in the wheelchair is my grandmother and the newborn she’s holding is my mother. Three things strike me about this picture. First: They made women … Continue reading
For a few days this week I have the opportunity to babysit a little girl who is quite possibly the cutest toddler of all time. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a munchkin around these parts. A looooong … Continue reading
Yesterday my son had surgery on his ear. It was a relatively small procedure: the ear doctor removed the large cyst that had been infected for the past two weeks. The surgery took less than an hour and they released … Continue reading
I’m not always the best mother. I consign household items to eternal damnation on a weekly basis. I don’t bake cookies. Some days I say no more than I say yes. Most days I say no more than I say … Continue reading
My five year old has been battling a cold these last few days. If there is anything more disgusting than a small child dealing with a huge amount of mucus, I don’t know what it could possibly be. Inevitably, her … Continue reading
When I was pregnant with my first baby I read every single parenting book and magazine I could get my hands on. In hindsight, that was a mistake. (Although, it wasn’t as big as a mistake as watching Passions, the … Continue reading
I’m no longer a mom who thinks a woman’s ability to breastfeed immediately marks her as a good mother. I’m no longer a mom who holds disdain for pacifiers. I’m no longer a mom who measures her accomplishments by the … Continue reading
Last night I sat for an hour on the bleachers in the natatorium. Those bleachers look like wood, but surely they are made out of the hardest material in the world. Like Captain America’s shield, only you sit on it. … Continue reading