Category: kids
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To love a child
If you could relive a single day what would it be? Today, a week after my son’s wedding, I’d chose a magnificently ordinary day: He would be 5 or 6, young enough to still call me Mama. Old enough to ride bikes to the Library. Past Jefferson School. Past the Brunner’s house. To the downtown…
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I blinked
Wasn’t it yesterday that we forgot the chicken in the microwave? That day when the nurse called to tell me that my strep test came back negative, but my pregnancy test came back positive, and in our delirious excitement we neglected the chicken thawing in the microwave for dinner, forgot about it until breakfast, and…
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Got kids? You’ll have regrets.
I had bought into a lie. Subconsciously, but fully. Maybe you have too. It has to do with motherhood and regrets, how those two things shouldn’t be paired together. Somehow at some point I believed (without recognizing I believed it), that if I were a good enough mom, I wouldn’t/couldn’t/shouldn’t/ have regrets. Wishful thinking but…
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Why My Children Can’t Do Everything They Set Their Mind To
Before I type another word, let me say this: I think my kids are intelligent, witty, sweet, gifted, tenderhearted, emotionally sensitive, athletic, resolved, hilarious, thoughtful, adaptable, and more and more and more. My aspirations for them are nothing but high. They have and will, no doubt, continue to amaze me, I’m confidant they will do…
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Easter musings, Age 8
Parental disclaimer: I helped her with the spelling and nothing else. Entirely her idea and she’s thrilled to be today’s guest blogger. Sometimes, simple is best. Happy Easter everyone! You know it’s not about collecting Easter eggs, visiting friends and family members. Well… now that I’m thinking about it, it’s sort of about that too.…
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Short and Sweet
There is something endearing about homemade costumes. I’ve purchased my share of store bought ones for my kids but they never measure up to the crookedly sewn together fabric or to the painted cardboard box or to that ugly old tie and oversized shirt snatched from Dad’s closest. Last Thursday, the cadet/crossing guard at my…
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Pushing Peas
At one time or another, every parent has held up a spoon holding some good-for-you, green, mashed-up food, zoomed it in the air complete with sound effects, all in hopes of charming their baby to open his mouth. “Here comes the airplane!” Right or wrong, bribery can…
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Ah, the Good ‘ol Days
My daughter asked me yesterday, “When you were a little girl did you read from scrolls?” In other words, are you so old that books hadn’t been invented yet when you were my age? Huh? Excuse me for a minute while I find my dentures. Things have changed from my generation to theirs, but not…
Rachel Allord 