Rolling With The Punches

Life is a well-oiled machine, dependent on every cog to keep chugging along. Have Michael in the van and ready to pull out the driveway when Julianna’s bus arrives at 7:50 a.m. Fasting blood work at 8, when the doors open. Drop Michael off at 8:20. Meet friend to work through flute duet-in-progress at 8:30.…

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The Trouble With Absolutes, Part 1: Parenthood

It’s not the big stuff that gets you, it’s all the little stuff piled on top of each other. When the big stuff hits, you handle it with grace. It’s the little stuff that makes you lose your cool. This has been my mantra lately. I think we’ve had viruses running laps around our house…

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A Word For A New Year: Charity

I love the idea of celebrating New Years, but in reality the idea’s not even on the table anymore. Last night we went to bed at 10:30 and called it an hour late…because by eleven Nicholas woke up with a nightmare, and when the fireworks hit at midnight Michael woke up scared. And then there…

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In This Season of Life

There are times when I realize I will never understand my children. Like Julianna, who can drag a pile of “Your Baby Can Read” cards the thickness of a Tolstoy volume around the house…but when I tell her to put them away, she must do it one at a time. (Whimper, pick up a card,…

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What If?

I think it started the day I hurt my knee. I wasn’t doing anything to deserve injury. I was just coming around the corner to go upstairs after a voice lesson when my left knee popped and went out from under me. For six weeks, doctor and PT notwithstanding, it hasn’t been right. In combination…

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Come To Jesus (or: what happened in the wake of a Mommy meltdown)

No one likes having to confess that they lost their cool in front of their kids. It’s a tossup deciding which is worse:  the experience itself, or having to admit it where others will hear about it. It’s been three weeks since my bad week–the week in which I lost it (twice), and life looks…

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After a Good Night’s Sleep

Today, I am thankful for sleeping till 7:15, and being awakened by the slanting rays of sunlight instead of a baby’s cries or an obnoxious alarm clock. I am thankful for a husband who knew he could offer me a welcome rest by taking two kids with him when he went to visit family. And who took…

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The Determination of Dandelions

I’ve got a busy day ahead of me, starting early, and anyway, those maddening yellow heads are popping up all over the neighborhood again. So it seems a fitting time for a little repost today… * I am at war with dandelions. I know, go ahead and laugh. Project your shaken heads over the e-waves,…

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Massaging the fine line between “keeping it real” and “perilously close to whining”

I feel bad. All personal writing is cyclical: it reflects the overall temperature of your life. There are good days, there are bad days, but a bad day amid a string of good ones projects a different feel than a good day amid a string of difficult ones. Life with a newborn is indeed life…

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Practicing Motherhood

One of my blog friends has been doing a series of posts on her “practices of mothering” the last few months. Last week she invited her readers to join in. At first I thought, I don’t have any practices–at least, none that she hasn’t already talked about. Then I came up with one. And another.…

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