So being a Mom is hard. I fear that when they grow up they’re going to be sitting around with their college friends (notice I said “college friends” because I’m willing them to want what I want already; the boundaries/shackles/expectations…
Archives for August 2015
En mi casa.
I bought this chair for my living room. It’s a tight space. I’ve been considering it since January and I finally signed on. Decisions take time. Especially important ones, like small-space, turquoise-chair-buying decisions. That’s all. Not my living room. I…
on grief: perspective
A little bit of perspective reared it’s eye-opening head tonight. With that perspective came some tears. For a few days I’ve been caught up in the my “busy” life. It appears that my #FirstWorldProblems (packing lunches, finding school supplies from…
School started.
And so another school year started. Sigh. Kinder II and 1st Grade. —
21 Day Fix Approved Turkey Meatballs
I love these turkey meatballs. Disclaimer: This is sort of a loose recipe. I use whatever fresh herbs I have. If I don’t have many, I use dried. I just try not to add oregano since it used to be my…
I married the right man.
So the four of us are in the car and I’m talking about a friend of mine who has a daughter named, “Olive.” I am completely in love with the name. Olive? So cute. Vivienne: “The baby’s name is Olive?”…
Sweet friend. Happy Birthday.
Wild flowers. Why wild flowers, you ask? Because they are so delightfully lovely and every time I see them they make me smile. It’s kind of how I feel when I think about you. I can’t help but smile. (I’m…
Duggar Declaration.
If Anna Duggar stays with Josh Duggar (google the latest), I will spearhead the intervention. Who’s in? —
Casa, sweet casa.
So, the day after my birthday we got up at the crack of dawn after about 4 hours of sleep and flew home to Cabo. Who needs sleep? (Me. I’m too old for this.) With just a couple of flights…
Um. Best. Clinton Kelly responded to my comment.
Best birthday EVER. —
All the love.
The other day Lila asked me, “Mommy, do you want me to show you some magic from my pants?” [insert quizzical look] I wasn’t quite sure how to answer that. But before I could answer she was slipping a crayon…
![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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