On the way to my son’s bar mitzvah he quietly announced that if I didn’t cry during the parent’s prayer he would know I loved his older sister more (since I cried during hers). I thought this was hysterical; mostly because I had no idea he was so aware. Generally my son is a master… Continue reading Motherhood: The Lifelong Dance
Tomorrow is the third and final round. Sounds conclusive, eh? In most ways I suppose it is. Like an irrevocable binding; an ending that can’t be rewritten, whatever happens tomorrow will happen no matter how much I wish we could go back. I stood in line at Target yesterday and listened to a six year… Continue reading Crazy Sock Day
Why have we become a generation of parents that try so hard to give our children what we think will provide them with the ultimate happiness? In doing so are we denying them opportunity to sincerely value what they have or could have?
One of my favorite times of the day is when the family has been fed, the dog has been walked, the washing machine is going and I take ten minutes to sip a cup of green tea, plan my day and sort of re-group. Sometimes this is done by perusing a magazine, which delivers a… Continue reading The Mom in the Picture
If you read my last blog, you must be wondering how the Justin Bieber concert was. Great. He is adorable, knows exactly what all the girls (yes, the audience was predominantly female, except for a few earplug wearing fathers) want to see. He has the pouty, innocent look down pat and exposes just enough of… Continue reading The Good Parts