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Good, better, best
I’ve been a perfectionist for as long as I can remember. In elementary school, I was disappointed in myself for spelling “encephalopathy” wrong in the spelling bee. In high school, I cried when I got a B in biology. In college, I cut down my calories if the scale rose higher than I wanted it…
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Attachment parenting & a confession
When I was pregnant with CJ, I read all about attachment parenting. Breastfeed your baby until they go to kindergarten! Wear them in a wrap on you at all times! Respond to every whimper and cry! I tried—my goodness did I try. The first major roadblock I ran into was that I could not, of…
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The Invisible Woman
She spends her days as an invisible woman. An unseen force who toasts waffles, drizzles them with maple syrup, places them on high chair trays. And then, poof—whisks away the dishes, wipes clean the sticky hands.She buckles flailing children into car seats and drives them safely to the pediatrician for their checkups. The invisible woman…
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33
Today I turned 33! Birthdays are kind of a funny thing, aren’t they? They’re technically just another day, yet they can also hold a lot of significance. As I get older, I’ve noticed that birthdays tend to feel less exciting but more meaningful. As a child, birthdays meant parties with friends, presents, and whatever cake…
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This too shall pass
When I was going through something difficult as a child, I remember my grandma often reassuring me, “This too shall pass.” On the surface, the phrase seems almost trite, another platitude among many. But as I’ve thought more about it, I’ve realized that it actually touches upon a very deep truth that so many of…
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Cece
Meet baby Cece! She is 5 pounds, 13 ounces of pure love. Let me back up to last Friday afternoon. I had just put the boys down for a nap when the social worker called. She gave me a few basic details: A baby girl in the NICU with nowhere to go. Going through some…
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Our miscarriage
The night before my 10 week ultrasound, I rubbed Palmer’s cocoa butter onto my belly and whispered to my child, “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow!” Early on in this pregnancy, my doctors found a subchorionic hemorrhage which had resolved around 8 weeks. During that 8 week ultrasound, when I saw a squirming jellybean…
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November 1
There is something special about November first. We are unequivocally in autumn’s territory, though hints of winter start to reveal themselves. The lightheartedness of trick-or-treating is over and it’s time for the serious business of getting cozy. Some radio stations start playing Christmas music, although I am a firm believer in waiting until after Thanksgiving…
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The love we choose
My oldest son grew in another woman’s womb for 26 weeks. He came into the world on a cold February afternoon, unbeknownst to me. He was ushered into the land of the living with needles, monitors, a feeding tube, and a ventilator. A week after his birth I got a phone call from the social…
A Continual Feast
"…for the happy heart, life is a continual feast." -Proverbs 15:15
A Continual Feast 