being an adult

What I Learned About Giving After Having Kids

If the Giving Tree isn’t the most accurate book ever I don’t know what is. If you don’t know the story The Tree gives its leaves and branches and by the end of the book, he’s given everything to The Boy. It’s left as only a stump. This morning I handed this child the actual…

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How My Husband Took Me on a Time Travel Journey Back to Us

The world gets it so wrong. I have been so worried about our anniversary because 20 years is a milestone and we should be taking a big trip. We should be on a plane or buying each other cars or at very least jewelry or something. But our bank account didn’t get the memo. So…

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Life Lessons from the School Pick Up Line

Oh my word, nothing is as fraught with emotion as the school pick up line. Sitting in my rockin’ white minivan, I can go from inspired, to exasperated, to hopeful, to horrified, to disbelieving, to furious, to wonder (as in wondering if the grown ups in the line all need glasses like me and that’s…

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To My Daughter…Call Me

To my daughter in the event she finds herself in my shoes: If someday you become a mother, I confess I have a secret hope you will have a girl. When you were born my mom was in the room and the very first words she said to me were, “Don’t you just love her?” Oh…

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What You Have in the Morning You Might Not Have in the Evening

The sermon at our wedding was beautiful, unforgettable and strangely ominous. The wonderful priest who married us began with a story. He was assigned overseas and found he had to move suddenly, he would be on a plane in 24 hours. He had grown close with so many people and knew he likely wouldn’t see…

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I Never Thought I Would Be That Mom: Until I Was

I used to be the mom who planned her days and nights around nursing schedules and naptimes, who stockpiled diapers and hid nuks in all corners of the house. I used to be the mom who put a crying baby in the car and drove endlessly around the neighborhood trying to induce sleep and quiet.…

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Getting More By Letting Go

So my story starts with a couch. It was the very first piece of brand new furniture my husband and I bought together. It was a hide-a-bed, perfect for having overnight company and I still remember spotting it at the furniture store and feeling so grown up buying it. This is back before we had…

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