My son turned eighteen earlier this month. I am now the mother of an adult child. I’m not sure how to feel about this. I remember… Read more “I Blinked and My Baby Turned 18”
Tag: mothering
“Being a Mother” Versus “The Practice of Mothering”
As I descended the staircase of my office building yesterday, a thought popped into my head about the work I do. I’m usually inclined to say… Read more ““Being a Mother” Versus “The Practice of Mothering””
Full heart
Until I had my daughter I never knew what people meant when they said their heart was full. Sure, I’ve known love and happiness, and joy, to… Read more “Full heart”
Focusing on me
I’m having a rough day today. I’m in a funk and I wasn’t sure I could pinpoint the reason. But if I’m being honest with myself I… Read more “Focusing on me”
Continuing Education
This week I attended a CPR recertification course required to keep my coaching credentials in good standing. I’m also required over the years to keep up with… Read more “Continuing Education”
Forgive the frazzled mom
Forgive the frazzled mom… …those stains on her clothes are from today. Trust me; her kids give her constant reason to do laundry so there’s no such… Read more “Forgive the frazzled mom”
It’s the Most Important Job I’ll Ever Do. But I’m the Judge of That – Not You.
Things have been crazy busy with me. Between scoping out potential office space for my practice, keeping up with client phone calls and emails, trying to remember… Read more “It’s the Most Important Job I’ll Ever Do. But I’m the Judge of That – Not You.”
The Unpopular Choice
At the end of the school year everything goes on hyper-speed. In the eight week period between Spring Break and the end of the term, there are… Read more “The Unpopular Choice”
Hitting my mommy stride
Now that my daughter is right around the corner from two years old, I’m pretty sure I’ve got this mommy thing worked out. Hahahahahahaha that’s a… Read more “Hitting my mommy stride”
How to spell love
We were sitting on the floor – me, cross legged and she in my lap – drawing on the chalkboard wall. As I wrote the letters, she… Read more “How to spell love”