Oh friends, blogging is at a minimum this week because, well – we leave for the States on Friday morning. (!!!) I’m beyond excited for this vacation. Why? Last year was not a vacation. It was all of us sick. All…
Archives for June 2013
Another page turned.
Ballet is coming to a close. Tomorrow is the last class. Mommy can’t sit in a sweat lodge of a gym while Lila’s in an air-conditioned studio much longer. We’ll resume this fall. Sweet girl has come so far… remember…
Lila’s 4th Birthday Recap.
Well, she turned 4 on Friday. And she choose to wear her Rapunzel dress to school because when it’s your birthday you can wear whatever you choose. (And I secretly like it that she chose New Balance tennis shoes and…
FOUR.YEARS.OLD. Happy Birthday to my sweet Lila!
Dear Lila, When I tucked you into bed on your birthday eve, I held you for a little bit longer than I normally do… I thanked God for you. I told you again that you are the baby we prayed…
And today was the last day I’ll ever pick up a three-year-old from school.
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Please pause and take a moment to reflect.
This popped up on my screen this morning. Not sure if you can see it. YEP. I have it set as a reminder. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LIONEL! —
I love her.
Of course you did, Martha. Of course you titled your blog post, “I Hosted a Great Book Party.” Love that woman. I would like for ALL of her blog posts to be in first-person. “I Braised the Most Delightful Leg…
So we found a coconut.
You pretty much knew going into this post that it was going to be radically interesting reading, no? I mean you were probably stunned: “THEY FOUND A COCONUT?!?!?!” Not a shocker. I understand. I get it. BUT, this coconut was different. It…
Yes, I needed this.
I’m not a huge fan of clutter. I mean, when you have these two that can do this in 40 seconds, it’s not like you need more dust collectors. But this little tiny mushroom? I needed it. I mean, you GUYS. It’s…
Irony.
I wrote this post about “selfies” last Monday. I posted it to the BlogHer network. (See here.) (What’s BlogHer? “At BlogHer.com, you’ll find the best conversations led by women in social media. A curated selection of authentic voices. Life well…
Father’s Day School Recap
On Friday morning we were PUMPED to go to Lila’s Father’s Day presentation at school. It was Lila’s first year participating in the “Elocution Exercises” there. It went a little something like this: 1.) The students were given a short rhyme…
To my Baby Daddy
Dear Sweet Craig, I’ve loved for you quite some time… Then, on Father’s Day in 2009 something changed… that little lady on the left was born. …and the love I have for you got bigger. You weren’t just Craig. You…
![When I was a kid, my Mom would sometimes go to the grocery store at night while my baby sister and I were "supposed" to be sleeping. Baby sister slept, I stood by the window and watched for her headlights to turn back into the driveway, my stomach a gnarled mess while I waited.
The entire time she was gone I would create ill-fated stories in my mind that would ultimately leave her injured, kidnapped, or left for dead... I think these stories got worse after my Dad died. "What if I lose my one parent?"
I would stand there and worry.
And she always came back.
In one piece.
Over time, after therapy when I was younger, I realized that worrying doesn't shape anything... worrying doesn't CHANGE the outcome... but, it's real.
Telling someone not to worry is about as effective as telling someone not to cry when they're in the midst of full-sobbing or it's like asking someone WHERE they lost the thing that they lost.
"I can't find my keys."
"Where did you lose them."
[silence]
"Um, if I knew where I lost them, then..."
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This time that we're living through right now is BIG and heavy and for the love of ALL THINGS HOLY it keeps on going.
I remember watching The Sound of Music when I was a kid and wondering when in the WORLD it would end. We're STUCK in the Sound of Music.
Schools opened, then closed.
Masks on, then off.
Life started, and stopped.
We've missed get-togethers and holidays.
Weddings and births.
We are as disconnected as ever.
Our worrying and concern and fear and anxiety is there... and it's real.
I see you.
I know this time is hard.
I'm not going to tell you to stop feeling the feelings, I just want you to know that I'm feeling them, too. (And therapy is helping.)
Get yourself a therapist.
Talk about all of this.
As I told one of my girls this week, “It’s ok not to be strong all the time.”
With love,
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