Momof4istired
My youngest son is a high-spirited child. Of course, that is the nice, gentle way to say that, really, he is wild. Wild. In every sense of the word, exactly as it’s defined in the dictionary. wild: wīld/ adjective 1.(of an animal or plant) living or growing in the natural environment; not domesticated or cultivated. 2. uncontrolled […]
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I am standing in the kitchen, red faced and yelling and no one–not one person in the house—is listening. “I need help!” I call out, waving my hands, which are clad in oven mitts. “Dinner is ready! And someone is knocking at the front door!” But still no one appears. Six kids in this house, […]
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The other times will have their own meaning, with different value and depth, but the first time will be that very thing: the first time, never to be replicated again. She will be impossibly small, and her chin will waver with an accusing uncertainty from the moment they place her warm body into your arms. […]
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Mama, are you all wrong today? Did you make a mess of the morning? Are you red-faced screaming at the bottom of the stairs? We’re late! For godssake can’t we ever be on time anymore? Zipping coats angrily and tying up laces in fast frustration. I’m so tired. So. Tired. Is your patience gone, at the surface and […]
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It was the wide, open back door that I noticed first. The curtains were billowing out on the deck, in the breeze and our little orange cat was sitting outside, in the sun. “Why is the sliding door open?” I asked my 9 year old son, who was stretched out on the couch, playing video […]
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