The Terrible Threes

I don’t know why or who ever coined the “terrible twos” but I would venture to guess their child was 2 and they used this phrase prematurely.  The twos are easy.  The twos are a walk in a magical park where fawns frolic across your path and fairies giggle with one another in the tree…

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YOU Are The Problem!

What does the working mom, the stay-at-home mom, the granola mom, the helicopter mom, the mom who lets her kids eat processed foods (gasp), the breastfeeding mom, the step mom… OK EVERY mom have in common? They all have a really hard job. Not because they’re running late and traffic is at a standstill. Not because their…

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Pieces of Me: Pt. 2

Don’t feel sorry for me when you see my disheveled hair that’s in desperate need of service and notice I’m wearing the same shirt two days in a row. Okay three. Don’t gawk at the fact that my desperate pleas to my husband to bring home a new box of wine because I have shamelessly…

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Let Them Eat Pizza!

I think people who claim everyone should work in the service industry at some point in their lives are like those little kids who find joy in burning ants with a magnifying glass.  It’s a fraternity you have to be initiated in and it does not discriminate whose soul it destroys.  Waiting tables, retail, customer…

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Just A Mom

My 4-year-old came up to me and asks, “Are you a mother or just a mom?” Whew girl, what a loaded question. If you have a kid under the age of five, you know about the questions.  I don’t even have to be specific when I say that because you’re already sipping your second luke-warm…

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Unsolicited Advice With A Smile

I saw you mama.  I saw your unwashed hair and the dark circles under your eyes that matched the ones I carried just a few days ago.  I watched your toddler screeching, leaning over the side of your shopping cart insisting on a toy that you refused to buy.  Dad probably would have given in,…

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Momma’s Gonna Need A Minute

Every mom needs to laugh at herself from time to time, release those endorphins and feel the tension relax as the caffeine courses though her veins, and it’s much MUCH easier to do that when they know they’re not alone.  You’re not the only one wondering whether the brown stain on your shirt is poo…

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Making Friends.

Allow me to tell you a little story. Once there was a little girl who was incredibly shy and a mother who always found new ways to make an ass of herself.  Fortunately, the mother had managed to make, and keep some pretty solid friends over the years and despite herself, started feeling more confident…

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The Fearlessness of Babes

Most can look at this picture for what it is.  A kid jumping – pretending they’re a rocket ship soaring across the pit of fire below.  What a great shot too, right? The sun perfectly hitting her, the wildness of her fly away curls, the way she’s hovering just at the right angle to make…

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The Space Between

This was never supposed to happen.  You weren’t supposed to do this to me.  You weren’t meant to grow this fast.  I’ve watched you with such intensity since the day we met.  I desperately worked to memorize every freckle.  In awe of the blue of your eyes, the dimple in your cheek, the way you…

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