It was 7 degrees outside when we walked inside this conservatory. We saw color, we started sweating, we felt like we were a family of Dorothys stepping out of black and white and into colorful Oz. We all started laughing for no reason other than,...
This little baby boy who’s in pink pajamas has been rocked to sleep for almost two years now. Every nap, every night night. Sometimes, I get annoyed while I rock him – “Just go to sleep!” I think. After particularly long days, I add an...
When 8pm comes around and they, eventually, are sound asleep in their beds, do you know what I do? Even on the days when I’ve wished them to sleep all day long, even on the days when I’ve hidden in the pantry praying no one...
It starts with
the pitter-patter of feet or
a yawn that whispers
through the walls.
It starts with
the sounds you’ve waited
so long to hear,
“Dada dada, Mama mama,”
or sometimes a cry.
And you’re off.
You can’t stop it now.
The flow is
through the morning.
It’s diapers changing, breakfast making, kids dressing, hugs...
I'm throwing it back to the days when my girl would strip down to her diaper if you displeased her. I will tell you - this is an extremely effective way to get your point across. First, it is hard to pick up a naked-except-for-the-clothes-around-the-ankles...
Even on the greyest day, there is color. Even on the darkest night, there is light. Even in despair, there is a grace that comes from being with those that bring the colorand the light. When we leave the door open.
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