I went to a funeral last Friday. And I’ve been thinking a lot about it over the past week. About all funerals, really. What is it that they say about funerals? That they’re for the living? It makes sense. Only the living would really need a funeral. Because it offers a means of saying goodbye….
Tag Archive: Sometimes I’m Serious
Before and Now
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…
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…
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…
Stupid
It’s a loaded word. And we use it all the time in so many different ways… “How could I be so stupid?…then the stupid coffee maker broke…don’t say stupid honey, it’s not nice…don’t be stupid, of course I’ll help with…that stupid dog was barking all night…please don’t say stupid sweetie, it hurts feelings…” I’ve tried explaining that it’s…
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…
Living the Dream
While I was pregnant with my first child—my special needs child, Oliver—I had this little thing I would do every night before going to sleep. It wasn’t exactly a prayer, or even some intentional form of magical thinking…but I would reflect on everything that I wanted for my baby. It was more of a list…
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…
Segue into…
I hate abrupt changes of subject. Not so much the change in topic…maybe just the tone. Don’t get me wrong – I’m all about the tangent. So that’s fine. But one minute crying about serious matters - the next minute laughing about inconsequentials? It just doesn’t feel right to me. So before I get back to my typical…
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…
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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.