If you are a parent, do you even remember what life was like before children? Well of course, we all remember! But it’s hard to imagine going back there – to have no knowledge of how it feels to live several lives simultaneously. Primarily, we’re living our own life. But at the same time we…
Tag Archive: It’s not all rainbows and unicorns
Good Omens
The other day, I burst into tears while apologizing to another mother at the pool. This was as much of a surprise for me as it was for her. While I do cry on occasion, it’s generally the result of frustration or hurt feelings – and almost exclusively reserved for my husband in the privacy…
You Still Have Me
The other day, my friend confirmed a recent suspicion of mine: the fireflies I remember so vividly from my childhood are gone. I close my eyes and think back to summer nights that started after 8:00 p.m. The flashes would begin at dusk – just intermittent winks of light. I’d catch the tail end of…
And Then I Started Watching The Walking Dead
It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything here… I was busy with family in town over Christmas, and assumed that I’d be back to wish you a Happy New Year on January 1. Or at least by January 7. What’s that? February is right around the corner? I noticed that too. And for the life of me, I don’t know…
Hope Hurts
A while ago, a friend of mine wrote about how mothers of autistic children cry all the time. She explained that the tears of happiness are just as plentiful as those of sadness. And to be honest, I had never really thought about it before. After considering this idea, I decided that I almost never…
For Anna (From "Me – Kate Hood")
It’s time for me to write something too. Oh – I wrote about “loss” last week…and I wrote about “support” a few days ago… But I haven’t really written anything to my friend. And that’s mainly because I don’t even know where to start. Or where to stop. I can’t possibly tell her everything that…
Loss
All week I’ve meant to post something here. I’ve got pictures and anecdotes and any number of frivolous items to relate…but I can only think about one thing today. A good friend just lost her beautiful 12 year old son. It’s awful. When you read about loss, it makes you sad. But when it’s someone…
Critical Mass (Alternatively Titled: Having a Nice Day, Wish I Was Here)
Okay – several things… First? I’ve been getting some questions, so I thought I’d post an update on my “suspicious mass” situation. Since writing about it last week, I’ve made an appointment with a general surgeon for February 8. I also called my doctor to see what she thought of the MRI results and what…
The Worst Fear (Alternatively Titled: Oliver’s Grandmothers Probably Shouldn’t Read This)
Since I’m fairly certain said grandmothers have not heeded my advice, I’d just like to put it out there that everyone is OKAY. With the exception of maybe me… Though my robotic ability to shut down emotions when they threaten to render me unable to cease crying for the rest of my life did kick…
Coach Kate’s Play Book – the Good News and the Bad News…
My week’s experience in the world of sports has certainly lived up to “the agony and the ecstasy,” as described by some famous person I would know if I wasn’t completely clueless. There have been some very promising days and some disheartening ones… So I’ll start with the good. Last we left off, Oliver’s first…
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Mother to three children (four if you count my husband), keeper of a moderately sane house, admirer of beautiful interiors and fashion that becomes more and more "young" for me, textile junkie and believer in the power of wishing really, really hard. I wage a daily battle against feet on furniture, "outside voices" inside, the ever widening chasm between now and "when I used to work," wrinkles, a lack of personal time, dust and the constant arrows that having a special needs child shoots directly into one's heart. So far dust and wrinkles are winning, but only because even the best of multitaskers have their limits.