Parenting
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October is my favorite month; the light and leaves paint a picture I could look at forever. You step outside, and the whole world smells like a big cup of tea. Life though, is not so picturesque as the light and leaves, is it? Sometimes I struggle to write these posts because the photos and
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April brought all the showers as promised; now we wait to see if May holds up her end of the deal with flowers. I’m sitting here looking out at more gray clouds while drinking my second cup of hot coffee for the morning. It’s cool and gloomy, but the bright green baby leaves are
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Initially, my instructions were, “don’t fill your boots with water.” I say this to my daughter as she rolls a Tonka truck toward an irresistible puddle and eyes me — sizing up how much she’ll get away with. It’s cute, isn’t it, how I’ve been a mother for almost nine years, and I still think
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I am up at 1:00 am to the sound of my daughter coughing. I find her stumbling, half-asleep toward my bedroom. She’s scooped into my arms and placed quietly back into bed. A hand to her forehead, then a thermometer. The fever pulsing through her body for nearly a week fights on. I stumble downstairs,
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I realized yesterday that my children just assume I can always hear them. I can be on a different floor on the other side of the house and they will start a conversation with me just the same as if I were sitting across the couch from them. Yelling a conversation through the house does
The Wheat Princess 