Life Is a Box of Mismatched Socks

I’ve had this giant box of socks sitting, waiting, and hoping to find their mates. I thought they could be the trigger for an inspirational post about the secret to life. Maybe they could be a piece on finding our zen in a chaotic life, or possibly a how-to-bond with your children and organize your

Take Your Time Growing Up

Last night my youngest was upset that he still needed me in his room at night to tuck him in. He felt bad that he still worried about monsters under the bed, even though he knew such a thing did not exist. I asked him why he was upset, I didn’t mind being there for

Mug Shot

My favorite coffee mug is a lesson in personification. It holds the ones I love. It is worn down and imperfect. Life has made its lasting impact on the surface. Despite it no longer being new and perfect, it functions just as well and is just as capable. Its value doesn’t come from perfection but

It’s OK, Make a Mess

Facebook memories get me every time. I could get lost in photos of the past. Seeing random moments of my babies, captured and returned to me, sends me off down the rabbit hole of memories reaching out to bring anyone nearby down with me.  The photo with this post is one of my favorites. It

Good Morning

You know the routine, the chaos of morning. Kids up too early, you in bed too late. Everyone wants something,  toast lightly buttered, eggs scrambled. Sitting with your coffee, now cold, surrounded by the cacophony of  morning news, plates rattling, children chattering. Little one is tattling on big brother again, employing tactics, duplicitous at best.

Perfect

Perfect doesn’t exist.  There, I said it. I’ll say it again, perfect does not exist.  There are fleeting moments of when everything is wonderful, but the second law of thermodynamics states that entropy, the gradual move towards disorder, is always increasing in an enclosed and isolated system. You don’t need to be a physics major

The Eight Signs of Success

Dear child, As your parent, I’m responsible for teaching you many crucial skills and lessons. I’m responsible for making sure you eat an actual fruit and/or vegetable, at least once a day. I’m responsible for teaching you to care for your body, and no, showers are not optional. I’m responsible for making sure you treat

Love is Three Flavors of Jello

My son was scheduled for a medical procedure in which the day before he has to be on a clear liquid diet. Not fun for anyone, but especially not for a growing, typically ravenous tween. To try to alleviate some of the misery, we went overboard buying about every single item on the list of

I’ve Been Missing You

My dear little one, this morning you were annoyed with your silly mom for watching an old video of three-year-old you pretending to write and perform a song in your bedroom. Recording through the open crack in your door, I observed you “writing” down your lyrics as you practiced them out loud. Once you were