Although I am a full-fledged mama’s girl, I have always thought my dad was an amazing person. We have never had a “traditional” father/daughter relationship, but our connection is so deep and automatic, it sometimes feels like it began in another lifetime. On Moonfrye today I am recounting a night where I saw my father and my son. two people I hardly consider in roles apart from me, sharing their own special bond. And it totally made me cry.
In this moment I witness a different kind of love too: the one that my father gives to my son, his grandson. It’s different from the love the same man offered me, his daughter. More carefree perhaps. My parents were barely in their 20’s when they had me. Two years later my brother was born. They had nothing “figured out” – nor did they have time to ponder life goals and parenting philosophies with a family to support.
Read the whole story here: Not Always Perfect, But Always Together
I’ve been so busy running my mouth about writing and finding your identity in motherhood, not to mention the general mish-mosh stewing in my brain, that I haven’t said much about my kids lately. You were beginning to think they were perfect, weren’t you? Well, you’d almost be right. They are preoccupied with their still-new-and-exciting Christmas toys, the cold weather is an invitation for all low energy activities, and my winter born children are far away from the half-birthday disequilibrium (as set forth by the amazing Louise Bates Ames) as possible. It’s been as if my kids have transformed into real-life angels left over from the holiday season.
Until my daughter decided it was high time to raise some hell. Continue reading
I remark how different my two children are here often, but frankly, I never tire of finding new ways to contrast their differences. Night and day, yin and yang, black and white. Over on Moonfrye today, I add my latest metaphor: my kids as cat and dog.
I have a few single friends who insist their pets are their children. They get a lot of flack from mothers about that statement, but I am here to defend them. Kids are just like pets. And not just because you feed them daily, love them unconditionally, and dress them up to exploit them on Facebook. I mean they act like your favorite four-legged friends. Or at least my kids do.
Read more about my pets, er, kids here. Any guess which one is the sweet cuddly dog and which one is the smart but standoffish cat?
Full disclosure: I don’t own a crock-pot, but I have eaten beef stew from one and I just can’t comprehend what happens in those things. Delicious ingredients go in, mingle together for awhile, and then come out completely unidentifiable and tasteless. What happens in that crock-pot?, I wonder. Well, this weekend my mind was the crock-pot. The past few days have been an insane jumbled mess of things that when stewed together is mushy and not so pretty but when I think about each ingredient, it seems like some good stuff. What happens in my crazy brain?, I wonder. Continue reading
All my life I had wanted a big family, 3 or 4 minimum. That was before I experienced parenting first hand. After the challenge of being a first time mother I was honestly thinking that might be it. Having one changed my mind on having more. Then you know what happened? We had another. Having two children is the most rewarding experience of my life. Yes, it beats getting in to my first choice college, receiving my juris doctor, landing my dream job, and then leaving it to teach yoga. All of that pales in comparison to seeing my two children interact on a daily basis. Watching them share secrets, steal hugs, and laugh together is heartwarming beyond words. Overhearing my know-it-all first-born try to explain potty etiquette, or math, or the minimum safety requirements for jumping on mommy and daddy’s bed – and watching his reckless baby sister take the time to really listen – makes me laugh, tear up, and swell with pride all at the same time. For some people, having one child is the right choice. But if you are on the fence and feeling overwhelmed by first time motherhood, I am here to tell you to go for it and don’t listen to what Elizabeth Banks is saying.
I wrote at length about this topic today on Mommyish:
I Could Barely Handle One Kid, But Two Is Easier