Two hands. Sometimes, having two hands feels sufficient. With two hands I can tickle my son until he squeals. With two hands I can give my daughter a relaxing face massage. I can open most jars, clean up most messes, do most TikTok dances. Often, two hands feel like they cannot do enough. They feel futile; laughable; ...
Today was an unusual day. I got a call from my husband when he went to drop our daughter at school and he told me that school was closed for Passover. I raced to the car and met them, and picked up my daughter and he went off to work. He was a bit annoyed. Not at ...
This time five years ago if you told me that I would be the published author of a book called, "Beyond the Baby Blues" (or, really, anything!) I would have (I'm sorry to say this) probably rolled my eyes at you. While I am not rude by nature, I was 37-weeks-pregnant, anxious, depressed, terrified of my ...
Today, after I had picked up my daughter early from school, she told me, excitedly, that she loved her new lunchtime drink; A lemonade juice box. It's funny; I think very often about the moments that make me really feel like a mom. And it is not the ones that I would expect. Like packing lunch, for ...
Where to begin? I sit here, hands tracing the keys of my laptop, but I don't know how to start our story; to really tell our story in a way that will do it justice. It probably won't make sense to anyone else. But it does to us, so I guess that is all that ...
(What I have done for the last 2 months: yoga every day. What I have not done for the last 2 months: felt, in any way, relaxed, calm, peaceful, or zen.) *** try (verb): make an attempt or effort to do something; an attempt to achieve or attain. trying (adjective): difficult or annoying; hard to endure. Has any other homonym been more applicable during ...
Dear babies, First off, I know that you are not babies. But, I also know that when I feel one of you reach for me in the middle of the night, or smile as you greet me with sleepy, almond-eyes first thing in the morning, or kiss your eyelids as you slumber, it's just like you are my little babies all over again. It ...
"Did you feel the house sway?" I asked, trepidatiously. The people around me all nodded, as we peered outside the sunroom windows, staring at a blowing blanket of white snow. "I know that we all felt the house move when that cyclone passed over us, but our house is over 100 years old, so it must be ...
Last year, right around this very time, I published a post called, What I Want, which was both a Holiday Wish List and a nod to The Spice Girls. Last November, I wrote, "There are so many meaningful things that I want this holiday season, and none of them can be held in my hands. I want for my family and ...
"I am calling this post #honestmotherhood, brought to you by this thing I try to do called honest motherhood. It is when I share things about my life -- motherhood in particular -- that are honest and raw and occasionally unflattering and sometimes comical. To get off on the right (honest) foot, I have to admit that I ...
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