Category: parenting
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Have you ever had postpartum depression? I have.
It was never officially diagnosed, but when I sobbed my eyes out for no reason on the young, new, gynecologist’s exam table at my “well” visit after having my second son, it probably would’ve helped if he did. When I had my first son, although I was in active labor (pushing) for SEVEN HOURS, once…
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Cigarettes & lunch.
In the summer between 7th & 8th grade, almost every day, I’d dip into my birthday money, meet my across the street neighbor/BFF Christine in the middle of the street, and say, “Let’s go up to the stores.” She’d run back into her house grab some money and a lighter, and yell to her mom…
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An ode to my eldest.
I’m warning you, if you’re not in the mood to learn about my son, one of the best humans this world has ever seen, you should stop reading right now. Oh good, you’re still here 🙂 My oldest son is 12. When I try to look at life through his eyes, I can still remember…
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Not everything has to be so hard.
As we were cleaning up dinner last night, PJ asked what we should do for New Year’s Eve: make a bunch of hors d’oeuvres (yes that’s really how it’s spelled, I copied & pasted it) or get take-out? It was a no-brainer for me (duh, take-out), but being that he suggested it, I figured he…
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My blankie.
I related so hard to that kid in Mr. Mom when he sat at the top of the stairs with Michael Keaton and they talked about him giving up his woobie. I had a woobie, but I called it my blankie. It started out as a tightly knit, pink 11”x17”ish rectangle with knotted tassels around…
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