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When Your First Born Goes To Middle School
Dear Firstborn, It’s been a month now, so I’ll be a little honest: the first back to school tears this year were mine. Yes, it was a week before school started, a little early, I know. Starting Middle School with…
Practically Perfect Pinterest Parenting
My baby girl turned four in January. Four! My baby! How did this happen? Wasn’t it just yesterday her fuzzy peach hair tickled under my chin as she snuggled in for a snooze after a long feeding? Birthdays are hard;…
Everyone Told Me to Leave Him Out to Die
“Everyone told me to leave him out somewhere to die. But I just couldn’t. He is my son.” Looking true malnutrition in the face is hard, very hard. There is a flood of unidentifiable emotion. Part of me needs to…
How to Miss it.
“Quick! Quick!” I attempt to hustle her along. Her warm pudgy hand is held tightly in mine as we rush through the mall ticking one last thing off my to-do list. Her tiny, clunky, pink winter boots are hitting the…
The Last Day of School; Who Grades Mom?
Raise your hand if you’re a Mom and this week, or two, or three, was a tad bit overwhelming? Both hands raised here. The schedule alone was demanding. The back and forth, the here and there. Literally Saturdays and every…
Significance
Front porch creeks with a new chair, joining the cricket chorus And she lifts me into her enfolding lap; Flushed cheeks turn up to greet deep grey eyes Pudgy knuckles trace, cup and grasp; and I sing, “Do you see…
While She Sleeps
It’s after midnight as I slip into bed and find this little imp snuggled up cozy on Daddy’s side. “When did she slip in here? ” I wonder. And I stop, as all mothers before me do when the day…
When She Buys You a Fountain Pen
It’s been an emotional week to say the least. Tuesday I dropped Zoë and Eliya off for their first days of school this year (Gr 2 & 4FI) and although I will admit to being a wee bit nervous I…
Let Them See You
You should see her tonight, her blue eyes bright with possibilities. Her smile stretching from pink cheek to pink cheek as she dances on tiptoe around her bedroom floor. “Maybe I’ll make a new friend this year, maybe I’ll learn…
Pregnant with grief, God birthed mercy and compassion
As we celebrate Nathaniel’s 4th birthday this week my mind and heart have gone back to his pregnancy and birth again and again. In January 2011 I had returned to Haïti for the first time after experience the earthquake in…
