One…Two…Three…Four…Five… commence the outburst, the tears, and the yelling “No count Mommy!!!”… Here you have two very determined and head-strong personalities clashing in a battle of wills: Mommy vs. The 3yr Old. And though Mommy wins the round, she always feels like she has lost the match. Sigh… Parenting is so hard. It is ridiculously hard. It’s tough to be…
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Okay. So I don’t mean to make light of a mammogram, but the upcoming test is totally freaking me out. The emotions that I am experiencing are mammoth. I am terrified on levels I haven’t felt since my battery of tests last year; and I feel trapped in a time warp – the memory of walking into the examining room…
And so we find ourselves in the midst of the tempestuous threes. The turbulent and tumultuous emotions exuding from our darling little 3 year old every minute of his waking hours are exhausting, frustrating, and sometimes a bit embarrassing to cope with. Though I know this is yet another phase, another developmental leap that he is making, it can almost…
The two little words I’m Fine are often deceiving. Are you fine? Are you merely saying that because you feel that no one wants to hear your problems? No one wants to shoulder the burden of your sorrows? No one will understand? It’s possible. But I can tell you with certainty that there are many incredible souls out there that will…
The realities of marriage are complicated, frustrating, and trying. It’s riddled with endless responsibilities, compromises, and financial frustrations. You and your spouse fall into a dangerous rut of routines, absorbed with work, paying bills, household chores, parenting, etc. You forget to connect. You forget to appreciate each other. You are too tired to have deep and meaningful conversations. You sit…
There is nothing extraordinary about today. I woke up. I showered. I woke my little one. I made his breakfast. I took him to nursery school. I ran errands… basically it’s been a day like any other day. But that is the beauty of today. It’s having this day – this mundane day – to live, to breath, to enjoy….
Parenting is tough. I honestly think it is the most difficult job I have ever signed up for. You don’t get to “clock in” or “clock out” and you don’t get any time off. Not ever. No rest. No day off. No vacation. You work round the clock 24/7. And you are at the demands and needs of your child….
When I learned I had breast cancer I prayed long and hard for my life to be spared. I was a new mom. My son was only 21 months old. There were still all these ‘firsts’ I wanted and needed to bear witness to – his exit from babyhood into toddler – into pre-schooler – to his first day of…
Early morning sunrise. A child’s laughter. A husband’s gentle touch. Dew sparkling on rich green grass and dripping from flowers in bloom. The morning song of birds. The smell of summer wafting in the air. Life prevalent all around you. Breathe it. Hear it. Taste it. Isn’t that what it’s all about? Experiencing this life? Fighting for this life? For…