She’s got this fire inside her that really makes her a challenge and a joy to parent. At home, she runs from one room to the next, her volume set to 10 — always. But this year, I saw a new side of her personality emerge.
Because much of my existence these past seven years has been dictated by my children's needs, I now feel lost as I try to identify the person looking back in the mirror.
Lately, I've been feeling stuck. I admitted as much to a friend and said I was waiting for the clouds to dissipate and the canvas of my future to be revealed.
The very first thing I remember writing was a short story (well, a scene more than a complete story) about this kick-ass female FBI Agent who did some pretty unrealistic, but totally cool things like save the President from a dozen trained ninjas, only to have the private ceremony where she would receive a Presidential Medal interrupted because CASE (Community... Continue Reading →
When my eldest was born she had a foot deformity. The top of her foot pressed back against her shin. I immediately fast-forwarded to five years later when she was trying to keep up with her friends only to be laughed at and teased because she would run with a limp, if she were able... Continue Reading →
Mom told me that you will always worry over one of your children more than the other. It's not a difficult thing to understand--that one of your children will require more nurturing or perhaps more encouragement than the other. But like so many things, that comment means more to me now I'm a mom. My... Continue Reading →