It almost seems too easy to have this column be about Thanksgiving. But it also seems so appropriate, being that it is only two days away. Since Thanksgiving is a time to take stock and be thankful for those around you, and since motherhood is a daily experience of stock-taking, I figured I had no c
I always wanted to hear the word, “Mommy” and know it was directed at me. When I was a child, it was just me and my mother, “Mommie” as I call her, or as she sometimes signed her notes, “Mom E.
Right after I had my son, I went to my good friend’s wedding. This wedding had been stressing me out for some time. I had gained 52 pounds (yes 52 on my 5-foot,4-inch frame) and in the two to three months since, I had lost just less than 30 of it.
Just before midnight, my son cried out. At first I thought he would settle. Bad dream I reasoned as I rolled over in bed taking in the time. Other than a stuffed nose for a week or so, he was fine before bed.
So I am sitting outside my son’s new preschool waiting for him. I have been waiting for my son for years, sitting in waiting rooms as he finishes therapy.
I didn’t set out for this column to be about serious things. I wanted to write about fun toys, cute silly days and adorable things my son says. But this column is about what is going on in our lives as a family.
I spent the day with my son. Now, granted I spend almost every day with my son. But some days are different. Some days, you take a step back and remind yourself to remember this.
My son just turned 3. For most, this simply means a party and presents. And for Benjamin, he had all that and then some. But turning 3 for him, for us, is bigger than just the train table his grandma sent him, bigger than the party at Travel Town.
How do you tell a little boy his grandfather has died? This was not a question I had ever wanted to ask. And when faced with answering it, I struggled and stumbled.
TV was my friend as a child. Then it was just me and my mom and when she had to work, I occupied myself watching “I Love Lucy,” “Abbott & Costello” and “The Smurfs.
When I was a little girl I never really gave much thought to what kind of mother I would be or how I would parent. All I knew was that I would be a mother and that I was going to have a daughter.
I admit there are some days when I am at a total loss as to how to entertain my kid. He has mounds of toys and yet sometimes there is nothing for us to play with.
