Day 11 is my breaking point, I texted to my best friend. I put down the phone, reached across to the passenger seat for my purse and fumbled through it for my big sunglasses. I could feel the tears were moments away. I wanted to hide them from all the other parents. Continue reading
6th grade was awesome for me. Or was it 7th? I’m not exactly sure. I started shaving my legs, wearing a training bra, and got braces.
But the mensies, that was definitely 7th because I remember that time in Mrs. Breitzman’s class…I can’t even talk about that time. Continue reading
I know I am not alone in my dances with anxiety. My Scary Mommy post was scary for me to post to the world because it talked openly about something I’ve found hard to talk about: anxiety.
But the feedback has been phenomenal. The stories others have shared has been comforting. As I found more and more people raising their hands and saying me too, I felt less scared to talk about it. Continue reading
The first time it happened, my oldest was four months old. I sang to him the one nursery rhyme I could recall by memory: Itsy Bitsy Spider.
Because that’s what moms do. I’ve read it in books, seen it on TV, and listened to more seasoned moms reflect on singing their now grown babies to sleep. I’m now a mom and this is what I should do. Continue reading
Family Pictures. When I think professional family photographs, I think of staged pictures for the camera with forced smiles. I think of the shots from the 80’s with the matching denim, big hair and a faded drape in the background.
I am scarred by those images. So much that I Continue reading
A few weeks ago, around 9pm, I yelled so loud I woke the children, my husband, and scared our dog into a tailspin. My husband frantically ran downstairs to make sure I was alright. My kids ran after him asking, “why are you laughing? Or are you crying? What’s wrong mommy?” Continue reading
I have known this is coming. I have been excited out of my mind that this is coming. Drinking champagne everyday celebrating that this is coming. Yet, I’m still shaking with excitement to actually see it!
Some weeks, I really put off opening my computer to work on the blog. When I do get the nerve to open my computer, I might mess around Facebook or check the weather before I turn to writing. Posting day is no doubt the hardest (I’ve already checked Facebook 3 times and know that there’s a 15% chance of isolated showers around 5pm today).
At the heart of that procrastination is the most backwards reasoning in the world: If I don’t try, then I can’t fail.
But I know better. Continue reading
With the exception of birth, my oldest child had never been early for a milestone. Some caused concern, even with his doctors. Others seemed small or inconsequential and were easy to brush off. But it was the combination of them all together that seemed big.
With each milestone he achieved later than other kids his age, I couldn’t help but think back to his early birth. I couldn’t help thinking that something happened. Something that couldn’t be detected at the time but was gradually showing itself now. Continue reading