deadbeat mom
Sadly, this blog has become my neglected step-child. And I’m talking wicked-stepmother-sleeping-beauty-style neglect. Okay, maybe I’m being a bit dramatic, I didn’t send my woodsman to cut its heart out or anything (and Disney movies are supposed to be viewed by kids?...zen mommy
I’m reading a book right now called Buddhism for Mothers. It is excellent. For someone who was raised in a non-religious home, I could seriously get used to Buddhism; so accepting, so balanced, so sane. This is something I definitely do not always feel (sane...sleep, revisited.
I continue to be awed at how much I can get done on so little sleep. Not that I’m pleasant to be around or efficient with my time or anything, but I still get things done. Laundry may sit in a large pile on the couch before someone gets around to folding it....The Difficulty of Letting Go
As parents, we are called upon to let go from the very beginning. But this is a tall order—I know I wanted to snuggle my little bundle close and breathe in his newborn-fresh scent forever. But that infant turned into a baby, right before my very eyes. And my baby...maybe baby
So I finished reading Maybe One. It was good. And I am relieved to know that only children grow up to be just as smart, happy and well-adjusted as their sibling-having counterparts. Apparently there have been some pretty weird theories about onlies, but this is mostly...
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