motherhood Posts

An Open Letter to Myself

An Open Letter to Myself

Dear Self,

I’m writing because I really couldn’t sit by passively any longer.  I’m very disappointed in you. I’m sad that you don’t treat yourself with more care, that you don’t buy yourself the best and do the very best for YOU. You don’t take time to think through every part of the scenario, but hey, I guess that’s how you learn about you.

7 Summer Parenting Certainties

7 Summer Parenting Certainties

Summer is almost here and with it come some parenting certainties that you’ll want to acquaint yourselves with before the kids get out of school.

Wanted: Middle-Aged Mom

Wanted: Middle-Aged Mom

Our organization is seeking a highly skilled and talented individual to fill the position of middle-aged mom. This is a contract position that includes work-from-home privileges yet also requires long hours, travel, and sometimes unfavorable working conditions.

Downsizing Christmas

Downsizing Christmas

I’m no humbug, but I have to admit that I occasionally have trouble enjoying Christmas.

I’ll admit changing the station when “The Most Wonderful Time of the Year” croons from the radio, as sometimes it just makes me angry.

For our family, December is often one of the hardest months. All the pressures of gifts, coupled with illness, together with the fact that I’m married to a high school basketball coach make the holiday season a bit of a trial for me.

Monday Morning Grace

Monday Morning Grace

When I worked in Silicon Valley, pre-kids, Monday morning had a completely different context for me. It would set in at about four o’clock Sunday afternoon that Monday morning would soon be upon me. I needed to “shift” modes internally to put on my “kick ass and take names” hat, ditch self-care and relaxation that I tried to embody on the weekends, and get back to work. Most people who work full-time Monday through Friday jobs don’t have the luxury of taking the beginning of the week – the Monday morning – a little easier.

Return [Poem]

Return [Poem]

It is quiet today here in my house.
The children, one-by-one,
kiss me and leave,
the door swinging behind them.

Like the calm after a hurricane,
there is mess in their wake–
and yet the storm will return,
perhaps with less force later on.

A Recipe for Lost Mojo

A Recipe for Lost Mojo

“Dear Cousin, I’m thinking about  starting a new revenue generating blog, but not sure I can take this on right now. My current site is working well, and the additional project would be a great income earner, but first I just have to locate and install my mojo – it ebbs and flows quite a bit during basketball season.”

I wrote this to my tech-savvy cousin via email several years back as we were discussing new work projects. Over the years, I’ve joked about losing my “mojo” during intense periods of child-rearing.

The Tension of Motherhood

The Tension of Motherhood

There are lots of different “zones” in life, but the zone of motherhood—with all its different ages and stages—is one zone that can never be completely outgrown. Once you’ve become a mother, it’s always a part of you.  I really love being a mom with all its ups and downs, exhaustion, joys, and tender moments, however, there is an ongoing tension between the call of motherhood and the call of vocation.

May’s Motherhood Race

May’s Motherhood Race

It’s May again, and like a unleashed torrent of water from a plugged hole in a dam, the flood of activities, field-trips, end-of-year wrap-up events sweeps us moms away at an alarming rate.

I Need Help (and so do you)

I Need Help (and so do you)

I can’t do it any longer. I can’t do it alone, and neither can you.

I’ve tried to make it all come together perfectly, but I can’t.

Pulling Tire

Pulling Tire

As I pulled into the parking lot of my pediatrician’s office, I paused as three women doing fitness training were pulling tires across my path.

I’ve stopped for ducks to cross the road, I’ve slowed down for wild turkeys and squirrels, but I’ve never had to put on the brakes for three women pulling tires.

Forever Changed

Forever Changed

Written for my sister when she had her first child, this poem captures – for me – the incredible change I felt when I became a mother for the first time:

Perfect feet, curled in position
Newborn smell, you capture me.

Friendship, Motherhood, and Dog Years

Friendship, Motherhood, and Dog Years

You know how dog years work, right? For every one year they are alive, it equals about seven years in human years. I often think of this truth in reverse as it applies to my “mom friends,” as I lovingly refer to them.

Summer, I’ll Miss You

Summer, I’ll Miss You

For most of us mothers, as the school year edges on, weariness sets in. Christmas comes, then Easter along with the onslaught of spring activities, shows, sports, teacher gifts, and vacation planning.

Brown Rice and Baked Potatoes

Brown Rice and Baked Potatoes

My family bought its first Litton microwave in the early-80s. My childhood is fraught with memories of microwave experimental cooking such as monkey bread, spam, and macaroni and cheese in that wonderful large humming contraption that even had its own stand in the far corner of our kitchen.