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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When the Powder Settles

I watched in horror as the remainder of the powder floated down from above my head.  How did it even get that high up?  It took a few seconds to register what was happening, but it clicked and all I could muster was… “What the hell are you guys thinking!?” Now, I normally don’t like…

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Pushing For My Passion

I save every single one of my rejections.  They all sit safely in my inbox and I read them often.  Even the generic ones.  The ones that aren’t anything “personal”, but still cut just as deep.  I read them for encouragement, oddly enough.  To remind myself that someone will eventually say, definitively “Yes”.  That one…

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