A Judgmental Mother Visits McDonald’s

I used to be a very judgmental mother.

I was the perfect parent, except for one thing – I didn’t have any children yet. Well, I had one baby. One. He was a really easy baby. He smiled at everyone and was never grumpy, even when we changed his schedule. Looking back now, I realize that my life was pretty simple and I didn’t even know it. All I knew is that I was the mother of one easygoing baby and yet, I thought that I was an expert on all aspects of parenting. Continue reading “A Judgmental Mother Visits McDonald’s”

Why I Didn’t Give My Son a Pinterest-Perfect Birthday Party

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I used to love throwing parties.

When I was in my early twenties, before I had children and a mortgage, I hosted some truly epic parties. I would come up with some goofy theme like “hunting camp” or “circus” or “best friends”, and just run with it. My parties featured kissing booths, bars filled with “mystery shots”, costumes, even a live polka band. I knew how to have a good time and give all my guests an experience they’d talk about for years. So what if at the end of the night there was a huge mess or even a few holes in the walls?   Continue reading “Why I Didn’t Give My Son a Pinterest-Perfect Birthday Party”

Why I Didn’t Give My Son a Pinterest-Perfect Birthday Party

Why I Decided Not to Give My Son A Pinterest-Perfect Birthday Party.jpg

I used to love throwing parties.

When I was in my early twenties, before I had children and a mortgage, I hosted some truly epic parties. I would come up with some goofy theme like “hunting camp” or “circus” or “best friends”, and just run with it. My parties featured kissing booths, bars filled with “mystery shots”, costumes, even a live polka band. I knew how to have a good time and give all my guests an experience they’d talk about for years. So what if at the end of the night there was a huge mess or even a few holes in the walls?   Continue reading “Why I Didn’t Give My Son a Pinterest-Perfect Birthday Party”

My Child Was Obsessed With Me

My Child Was Obsessed With Me

When my son Wolfy turned four, a big change happened. He was so proud of his new age and with it came a lot of newfound independence. He suddenly wanted to try to brush his own teeth, use sharp knives (yikes!), and attempt to wipe his own butt (also yikes!). Continue reading “My Child Was Obsessed With Me”

A Letter to My Purple-Loving Boy

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My Dear Little Boy,

As you go out into the world, I have one wish for you: I hope that you always love the color purple.  When people ask you which color you like best, I want you to always shout, “Purple is my favorite!” as loudly and proudly as you do now.  Because as you grow bigger and venture beyond our family to preschool and sports teams, some misguided folks might try to convince you that the things you love are actually off-limits to you. Continue reading “A Letter to My Purple-Loving Boy”

Motherhood Is…

In honor of Mother’s Day, I wanted to write something that captured the complex experience of being a mother. But I knew that was impossible.

One afternoon, I was walking along our quiet country road with my children. My three-year-old son was clinging to a fistful of crab apples that he refused to put down. His hand was small and sticky inside of mine. I could feel the warmth of my baby girl riding in her carrier against the front of my body. I thought to myself, if only I could put this feeling into words. But motherhood is more than the peaceful feeling of walking with your children, there are also moments when you are so frustrated you think your head might explode.

All of it is important. All of it is our experience as mothers. Continue reading “Motherhood Is…”

Labor Day Weekend in My Town

 

Labor Day is the best weekend to be from my hometown.

We know how to throw an old-fashioned town-wide celebration: complete with a street dance and lots of gambling. I grew up in this tiny town and returned here as an adult with my husband. Now we own a house here and it kind of looks like we’re “lifers”.

I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love it here. I’m not stuck here. This is where I choose to be. It’s also where I am choosing to raise my son. Continue reading “Labor Day Weekend in My Town”

The End of Summer

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Summer is ending.

I can feel an edge in the air as Wolfy and I sit on our deck blowing bubbles and watching the cows across the road. If you live in a normal, temperate climate, I know what you’re thinking, “It’s only August! How can she possibly be thinking that summer is over?” Continue reading “The End of Summer”