After I wrote about my oldest son’s less-than-awesome first day of middle school a while back, I had people asking me for a follow-up for weeks. The first day was a jarring slap of reality, but in the weeks since, we have all adjusted — some of us better than others. Namely, my son is just fine and rebounded almost immediately, but I am still struggling a bit. [Read more...]
I’m honored and excited to announce that I now have the chance to write for What to Expect.com as one of their Word of Mom bloggers! My first post is live tonight, and in it I muse about how I spend a lot of time thinking and writing about how much I do and will miss my children’s baby- and childhoods. However, there are some things that, let’s be honest, I’m just not going to miss at all. Like three-year-olds. Don’t judge — you know it’s true.
Come check me out and say hi at What to Expect, would you?
I had a moment yesterday. I was driving my husband to the airport, where he had to depart our family vacation for the very un-vacationlike reason of having to return to work so we can actually pay for this sojourn.
We were talking about the days he had spent here in the mountains of North Carolina with us, and specifically about his tubing excursion with our boys while I stayed home with the napping toddler. They had gone tubing with an outfit on the French Broad River, in rapids ranked less than Class 1 — basically, a very mild river — but the water was high because it has been raining like crazy for the past month. It moved faster than usual and was ten feet deep in some places. [Read more...]
The words on my Facebook page stopped me in my tracks. They formed my college friend’s status update — solemn, careful words, the likes of which rarely grace my newsfeed. Below, he posted his mother’s memorial page, explaining that she had recently succumbed to lymphoma. [Sidebar: I HATE CANCER.] I was drawn to read his mother’s tribute, even though I was never lucky enough to meet her. [Read more...]
It’s been an emotional week for me. My oldest son, my first baby, started middle school today.
It was not long ago — not in my (admittedly addled) mind, at least — that he was a little bundle of worn-soft white hospital blanket, tipped in the familiar pink and blue stripes, his eyes clear and blue, his eyebrows already betraying the expressive face he would grow into. He was the toddler getting his first haircut. He was the preschooler who had no problem diving right into the play-doh in his classroom, who didn’t cling to my legs, who didn’t need me to stay. [Read more...]
This summer will always stand out in my memory as the Summer I Acquired a Tween Boy. One day, my child was sleeping with eight gazillion stuffed animals (approximately), and the next, he was lying on the bed with earbuds in his ears, eyes trained intently on YouTube Minecraft video, not a stuffed animal to be found. (Don’t worry, beloved Tramp is still around — he’s just out of sight.) It happened that fast. Though he has always had a talent for surly eyerolls and smart (not in a good way) comebacks, my tween has raised the bar this summer after he turned 11. I have had more than one moment of panic as I realize we might have turned a corner and I may be on the way to having a full-blown teenager. The train is coming for me. I can hear the whistle — and it has an attitude. [Read more...]
My personal Facebook posts sometimes confuse my friends with younger, not yet school-age children. I admit that, to the exhausted eye of a mother with less years under her belt, they might seem slightly crazy. At the beginning of the school year, I am full of relief and It’s-the-
Most-Wonderful-Time-of-the-Year status updates. Though each fall brings with it the apprehension of new teachers to know and work with and new schedules to navigate, the only tears I wipe away as I drive (on two wheels) out of the school parking lot are tears of unabashed glee. It’s true.
But then, the school year is peppered with holidays and vacations that are a welcome respite from the frenetic pace of the school year. I relish the opportunity to let myself and all my kids stay in pajamas past 7:30 AM, and I feel kind of an obnoxious amount of freedom from homework obligations for someone who has not had homework of her own in ten years. [Read more...]
I have been writing a lot from my bay-windowed bedroom in a hundred-year-old Victorian rental home in a small town in North Carolina. I have a post up on Brain, Child‘s blog today as well about how sometimes I still feel like maybe the real grown-up needs to come take care of these children before we mess them up too much. Please check it out!
Today I have my first post up on the website Mamaapedia. I wrote about summer — how I am so excited for it to get here and have so many ideas and plans for it, and then sometimes I feel defeated when those plans don’t happen or turn out like I plan. But summer is still a special space.
I hope you will come check it out and say hi!
I cannot believe my vacation is over next week and my kids go back to school in just a few weeks. Didn’t summer last a lot longer when we were kids?
My oldest don turned eleven in June, and since then, it has been jarring how fast he has blossomed into a full-fledged tween. Today on Scary Mommy, I focus on the bright side of his new status and stick my head firmly into the sand about the teenager I’ll soon have. Hope you will check it out. This post is actually more poignant to me because trust me, the first four years of this boy’s life were not easy on me.
On Monday, I’ll be on Mamapedia for the first time, writing about the ups and downs of summer. Hope you will check in then too!