Yesterday, on Christmas morning, my son and I were the only two awake in the quiet hush of a snowy morning. We crawled under blankets in his bed and just talked while we waited for his sister and daddy to wake up. He told me, in the excited way only a child who still believes …
My son, now over seven, fell off of a stool this afternoon when we were building a gingerbread house. While he was fine and giggling, I bent down to pick him up. And I couldn’t lift him. Try as I might, I couldn’t hoist him up into my arms I once deemed strong. Instead, I …
These tiny feet belong to a little girl going through the “terrible twos,” or so I’ve been told. Before 8:00 a.m. this morning, my daughter spilled my coffee, her cereal, and planted herself on the floor of the shower, yelling “No, Mommy” when I opened the door. In turn, I planted myself outside of the …
He’s really too big for this car cart and I can’t lift him anymore into it, but he climbed into it today to sit happily next to his sister. He did it for her and she squealed in delight, the way he once did. And as I pushed them around the store, I had to …