It's not the same as with our parents or partners. Being a parent is like no other love. My heart is walking around outside of my body, and I'll never be the same. Today he wakes later than his brother (like every morning), and, like every morning, without fail, he asks: "Is it a school day Mama?" And like most mornings I get up the courage, grin and exclaim "Yes it is!" And I wait, breath baited,…
Tired, drowsy, falling asleep downstairs. I become conscious long enough to recognize that my bed is the only good place for me to be. It's not much before daybreak. There's a lot going on these days, which are characterized by hard work and harder hours. Mostly good hard hours, but some surprisingly nasty surprises have been thrown in, too. That's the way it is, though, isn't it? I open my bedroom door, the warm yellow light…
He sings in his bed at full volume for an hour before I barge in to kill the party. At the first crack of light at the opening door, he bolts upright. Standing in his crib…
This manic time of life is brought to you by B vitamins, good espresso and hope for the future. I'm working myself silly. Not just at work, but elsewhere too. And it feels good, but…
I'm still writing down my resolutions. There are a lot of them this year. In the meantime, I hope you'll head over to Aiming Low's Miss Unlimited and read my guest post about revisiting the…