I don’t know how the love between a mother and her child goes wrong. I know that it does, because I see it everywhere. Girls rolling their eyes at their mothers. Snapping between mother and son. Estrangement. Disappointment. But I don’t know how it happens. Maybe it’s just life, and relationships, and similar to the … Continue reading
What I’ve learned about perfect days: They are not sleeping in, enjoying coffee in silence, reading a book on the patio, going to the beach, having lunch with a friend, watching the sun go down, having a date with the husband, watching a movie and falling asleep spooning. They were like that, before. But today’s … Continue reading
At the playground, the sun is dipping below the trees, and the frantic air possessing all the kids calms down. We can all feel it: the electricity has left the premises. The day is ending. Soon, it will be time for dinner, bath, and bed. And all the parents will breathe a collective sigh. V … Continue reading
I recommend getting yourself a family member who works for Disney. My mom does, so I have had more magical Disneyland experiences than I can count. Even saying that, today was one for the books. It was just my mom, V and me and so we took it slow and only did a couple of … Continue reading
It’s 9:38pm and I just want my kid to to go bed. I wanted to blog here, like actually tell a long story. I wanted to have a snack and watch Ozark with my husband. I wanted to relax. Instead, she’s crawling all over me and I know she’s gonna be up until 10. Just … Continue reading
Today at the park, a twelve or thirteen year-old-ish girl sits on the ground and leans back onto the chest of her mom, who is sitting against a brick wall. Together, they watch a younger boy play. Facial resemblance tells me he is the younger brother. The girl and her mom smile at him, and … Continue reading
“I think you’re a very good mama,” my husband says, touching the top of my head as he brushes by me to get something in another room. He says it in passing. I don’t respond in time. What he doesn’t know: At that moment, I am feeling like the biggest fattest failure of a mama. … Continue reading
The sun is hot. The sun is yellow. The yellow sun is over the house. “It is hot out here in the sun.” “It is not hot here under the house.” –Go Dog Go, by PD Eastman (It was my favorite book, and now it is V’s as well.) I love summer. It’s my favorite … Continue reading
Sometimes I think that I want another baby, but then I’m like, Am I crazy? Still pretty raw over yesterday, I started the day puffy-eyed and went to work. After work, C and I made “the switch,” which is me taking Violet and him going to work. We see each other four about four minutes … Continue reading
I repeated that to myself like a mantra when V was little and cried all the time. The days are long, the years are short. And sure enough, that’s still true. I mentioned yesterday that she’s been feverish and super needy. Today was more of the same. There is nothing longer than a full day … Continue reading
small life, slow life 