Embracing Messes: On Motherhood and the Being in Between
“Mom, I made a big mess!” my daughter exclaimed with a mixture of pride and excitement, eyebrows arched, eyes wide. Shuddering in anticipation of what I was about to see,…
“Mom, I made a big mess!” my daughter exclaimed with a mixture of pride and excitement, eyebrows arched, eyes wide. Shuddering in anticipation of what I was about to see,…
Over the past winter, as my daughter’s vocabulary expanded and her penchant for longer books increased, she entered into a spontaneous storytelling phase that still continues today. We might be…
It’s Easter Sunday, right during the pre-dinner bustle in the kitchen, and I’m following my son as he toddles about the kitchen, looking for mischief. Walking up to the wall,…
I love wrapping my hands around a warm mug of tea in the winter. I love how my son rests his head on my shoulder and strokes my hair. I…
Squirming in his highchair, my son swats the spoon from my hand, sending splatters of yogurt across the floor while my daughter climbs across my lap. What do you get…
“I want to share with you, Mom,” my daughter declares as I plop a plate of apples and peanut butter in front of her while half turned on my way…
It was the sweetest little wooden Noah’s ark set that I snagged for a few bucks at a thrift sale. I couldn’t wait to bring it home, give it a…
Settling into my chair, I open the little white bible gifted to me on the occasion of my First Communion. Sturdy and satisfying to hold, I like the feel of…
Thump! The laundry basket hits the ground with a thud, and I take a seat next to it, preparing to fold. My daughter peers in and pulls out a facecloth,…
My daughter shrugged her shoulders and smiled with squinty eyes as we clinked our respective beverages, imaginary and real, together. I sipped my coffee as she continued to arrange and…