Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Honesty and E.L. Fudge

To my little Irish saint, Bridget,


My darling, as your doting mother (who feels the gravity of the responsibility of "raising you right" sitting on her shoulders), I must work to instill in you good and moral values. One of the most important of these is honesty; a value that cannot be underestimated. It is imperative for you to maintain your integrity. I want you to always tell the truth!

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Be A Bridge Builder

I have a favorite bridge.

(Is that strange? To have a favorite bridge? People have favorite sweaters, favorite books, and favorite foods. But do they have favorite bridges? Ha! Well, I do.)


I love the Waterloo Bridge in London, England. I was able to learn a bit about the bridge's history while touring London, and it quickly became one of the neatest structures I've ever seen! It was the first (and the longest) of three bridges built on the Thames River. It was originally built in 1811, but was later closed in 1923 because it was considered unsafe to cross.

Sunday, August 20, 2017

What Do I Know?!? (Not A Lot!)

Today, after answering all of my daughter's questions about puberty and periods and "hair in weird places," I realized something that gave me pause...


Lilly will be eleven next month!

ELEVEN! Eleven, eleven, eleven. When did that happen? HOW did that happen? She is growing up too quickly.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Cockroaches And Courage!

I once peed on a cockroach.


Seriously! No lie! It. Was. Frightening. It was an experience I will never forget! (Especially since that disgusting creepy crawler was the size of a cat!)

Sunday, July 30, 2017

I Feel Happy When...

Mr. Matt has a bushy beard that hides thumbprint-sized dimples in his cheeks. ("Social workers can't afford razors," he jokes.) His eyes are kind, his office is small, and he has a magnificent way with Camren. He holds his hand. He calls him "Buddy." He sees Camren's delightful sense of humor beneath his hardheadedness and often-abrasive nature.


In Mr. Matt's office, we can hear the hum of a lawn mower through the open window. The water feature plugged into the wall beside the bookcase gurgles and drips. We sit in chairs in a triangle formation and talk about our feelings. I feel happy when... I feel sad when... I feel angry when...

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Now They Will Have Peace!

I distinctly remember a time I overheard Lilly playing with her dolls.


She was a sweet and saucy three-year-old who had just discovered the wonders of her imagination and "pretend play." I was wiping down kitchen counters--remnants of spilled breakfast cereal left to petrify on the formica unless I acted fast--while she played in the adjacent living room. I could hear her tiny voice playing the parts of both the mommy doll and the daddy doll, which she clutched in her hands:

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Playing Dead

Initially, we thought signing Bridget up for soccer was a good idea.


And why wouldn't we think that?! She is rambunctious and fearless. She has the hyperactivity of a caffeinated border collie. She adores playing outside in the sunshine. We figured she would love running up and down a green, grassy field, kicking a soccer ball with a small "herd" of other three-year-olds!

Friday, April 28, 2017

Growing Up Is Hard To Do

My daughter, Lilly, is growing up.


And quite frankly, it's killing me!

I mean, I knew it was inevitable...right? The natural progression of life tells us that aging happens--day by day, year by year; there is no stopping it. I see the telltale signs of it in the little lines on my face and in my neck. I feel the telltale signs of it when I think I'm young enough to stay up for a midnight movie, and then fall asleep halfway through! It stinks.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Receiving Compassion

Usually, when I sit down to write--fingertips hovering over white alphabet keys, computer screen softly glowing in my eyes--I have a carefully thought-out idea as to what my post will be. It has a beginning, a middle, a lesson or a funny anecdote, an ending.


Today is a little different in that I have so many thoughts bumping around in my head, but with so little structure and order. It is as though my heart is swelling within my chest, my friends, making it difficult to take deep breaths. My feelings of total and sincere gratitude are filling up all the achy cracks in my weary mama's body, and if I don't sit down and just write...I. Might. Burst.

Thursday, March 2, 2017

What Can We Learn? (A Tale of Waxing and Autism)

Fact: I have the best conversations in the most unusual places.


Like that time I went to see my gynecologist for my annual checkup. I was sitting on the exam table in that poor excuse for a hospital gown (they call it a drape when they should call it a napkin) and that awful paper sheet (that barely covers your bits), when my doctor came rushing into the room in a fluster and a flurry. She preceded to tell me that the reason why she was running late to see her patients was NOT because she had to deliver a baby, but rather because she had to take a call from her son's elementary school. Apparently, her husband had packed their son's school lunch. And what he thought was a granola bar was actually a "brick" of bird seed. For a bird feeder. The school wanted to know if little "Johnny" was, in fact, supposed to be eating bird seed for lunch.

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Car Conversations and Basic Invite!

Our best conversations usually take place in the car.

It was a pretty typical winter's day--the air was cold, the snow was deep, and gray clouds loomed over the valley. We were running lots of mundane errands together, trying to make it fun by singing along to pop songs on the radio. Our route eventually took us past the high school in our area.


"Mom," Lilly said, "Is graduating from high school a pretty big deal?"

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Lemons, Lemons, Lemons!

Sometimes life hands you lemons. Big lemons. Small lemons. "Year-round-school" and "oh-my-gosh-my-kids-are-off-track" lemons. (HA!) Sour lemons. Really, really sour lemons. Two lemons. Two hundred lemons.


One important thing I have learned about lemons (in the VERY short time I have been a mature-thinking adult...*wink*) is that beneath the tough rind, beneath the yucky seeds and all that sour, beneath the face-melting pucker, lies the undeniable potential for sweetness. It is up to us...and only us...to decide what we are going to do with those lemons.