Tag: Motherhood

Tita

I recently became a Nana for the first time.  My older, precious twin, Caleb, became a daddy in a less-than-traditional, but not terribly uncommon manner.  During the end of the pregnancy, before we knew with any certainty that He was related to us, we…

Bearing

I am tired In my flesh Triggered Abandoned Broken-hearted I am resentful Unable to be perfect Unable to arrive Human I am not willing to justify my actions to those who have yet to live anything near the last 35 years of my life…

2, Fix You

Anyone who stops learning is old, whether at twenty or eighty. Anyone who keeps learning stays young.
– Henry Ford

R826

Oh, Pappa, this has been a day.  One where I had expectations of savored memories in these last precious days before things begin to change in big and permanent ways, only to have nothing turn out as I imagined.  First world probs, I know,…

Gifts

gifts This morning I awoke earlier than usual, which was okay because my Honey is feeling extra yucky and is playing guitar with our son, Aaron, this morning at our Central campus (church) at 7:00 a.m., so I was able to make him a…

’tis the season

Christmas is so different now for my family and me than it was just a bit ago.  The first year we moved here from Michigan and we saw plastic, light-up snowmen on balmy green lawns, it was somewhat disconcerting.  It felt weird to drive…

the good stuff

the good stuff that rare moment when no one has anything pressing not an appointment to go to not an assignment due anytime soon not a work meeting not a repair that can’t wait when the weather is perfect not too chilly not too…

Here We Go, Again

My babies are moving out soon. Last year, in October, Hannah moved out, making our nest empty and I was ssstttrrruuugggggggggggllllliiiinnnggg for a minute.   Then just as I was deciding this was an okay gig and I began to enjoy my clean home, inviting…

It’s All Relative…

  I’ve struggled for years with feeling shame for feeling pain at the lack of everything I received when I needed everything the most.  Compared to so many others my neglect was minimal.  The emotional abuse was a blip compared to the sexual and…

Family Secrets

Every family has them, right?  It’s just how things happen in this American culture, especially in the generation before mine, which I often call the “sweep it all under the rug” generation.

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