Do you remember them as fondly as I do? The first day of school each year? Oh, the smells of new notebooks and pencils and books. The untouched notebook, still brand-spanking new. The quiet hush of the early morning, rising before the sun. We never got up that early during the summer. Well rarely anyway. … Continue reading First Day of School
Month: June 2014
reflection of the good
For you, baby girl, not quite what you asked for, but this has been on my heart for a while. Thankful for the gift you are. Always. I think it is ironic that of all the people who miss him and all he was, it is I who gets to see his smile… Continue reading reflection of the good
Ode To My Pajama Pants
This. This made me smile. And giggle. I mean, there's a pocket. On my pajama pants. I've never seen such before. Isn't that precious? And--shhh, don't let them hear us talking--a bit unnecessary? I mean, I don't know about the rest of you, but when I put on my pajama pants, I'm all about the sleep. … Continue reading Ode To My Pajama Pants
The Teacher I Never Had
Yesterday, my friend Baddest Mother Ever asked the question, "Who was your favorite teacher and why?" I started to respond, but then my mind ran around and around in circles. Whom would I choose? I mean, really--ONE? I'm the girl who always made my Daddy laugh by giving him 2 or 3 cards on Father's… Continue reading The Teacher I Never Had
Parading It on the Front Porch
On my way home from my OutandAbouts today, I took the backroads. It's how I roll. I'd rather take a backroad anywhere than ride on the main roads. Especially with all this construction of the main highway near our house--I'm afraid it's only going to get worse before it gets better. So I drove through… Continue reading Parading It on the Front Porch
wishing on a star
for those who still wish on stars and believe and cross their fingers and pinky promise, stay young and always let the light in..... when she hears his name and remembers she is eighteen again and she smiles always eighteen, nineteen, twenty though the lines in the mirror tell a different story now but… Continue reading wishing on a star
The Sisterhood of Mamas
"She rose up from that bed a mother, and ready to fight for the rest of her days. What does it matter for a woman to give up her self, and live quietly, with the choices she has made? But when the woman becomes a mother, she can no longer participate in the slow rot. … Continue reading The Sisterhood of Mamas
In the Rain with Padme and Boba Fett
Last Sunday on the BigTrip, Cooter was in hog heaven. His smile couldn't get any brighter, and I'm pretty sure his face hurt from smiling so much. I know mine did, and I was just smiling from seeing his joy. Does it get any better for a Mama? My little guy is perhaps the biggest… Continue reading In the Rain with Padme and Boba Fett
On Coming Home
We have returned from our Big Trip. I could call it big trip, small trip, whatever, because it's the only trip we've been on that required an overnight stay in several years. And we were gone for seven nights. Seven. That's a long time for this homebody. We encountered mice, ducks, princesses, wookies, Jedi, and… Continue reading On Coming Home
Haiku Week, Part 7
Those moments when you can't comfort your children, the ones you care for and love, when you can't make it better? Those are the worst. Those hurts that a Band-Aid can't fix. Those times when anxiety has them worrying and having trouble thinking anything other than "worst case scenario" thoughts--they hurt my heart. As Mama I want… Continue reading Haiku Week, Part 7
I Might Need A Nap 