parenting
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The Rough Edges of Motherhood
“Mama! I hold you!” My 2-year-old’s squirmy body collides into mine. He’s my wild child. Rough and tough. Abrasive at times. All mess and climbing and destruction and just 100% pure BOY. He sleeps with firetrucks, airplanes, and his toy rifle. He head butts me and I sigh deeply. “MAMA! I hold YOU!” I hold… Continue reading
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When I Grow Up Too Slow
I’ve always had a bit of a disdain for predicability. As much as a try to avoid cliches like the greek yogurt in my fridge that I bought when I was still pregnant, I still cling to them, refusing to throw them away out of some kind of feral need for comfort. As much as… Continue reading
