I’m now that parent saving phone numbers according to my child’s friend’s name. (First name) Carol (Last name) Timothy’s Mum And I have to navigate the awkward stuff from hearing how our children interact at preschool to figuring out the best way to respond to a Halloween invite on the spot. “We actually don’t do anything.”…
growing pains.
One of the toughest aspects of communal life is being vulnerable, especially with those in a different stage of life. Why? Because we’re not always tracking together, we’re not always able to understand each other’s story to a point of empathy and the respect which yields confidentiality and all-around emotional safety. So when I share…
…then I am strong
I’m kinda sad. It’s almost over. Some students have already left. The rest will leave in roughly an hour. They’re not the same ppl they were when they arrived Friday night. It’s good. It’s beautiful. They’re connecting across campuses. They’re laughing about now common experiences. They already have inside jokes. They’ve built community. They are…
she > stuff
It has been a long time since I’ve thumbed my way through a post while our little one lays fast asleep on my arm. (Lays or lies? I don’t have time to google it. Time is short.) I have a baggillion things to do today and wanted to be in the car by 9am with…
things.
right now there are a lot of things going on, a lot of things to attend to, a lot of things to process, to make decisions about, to answer, to make more time for, to let go of, to celebrate, to bury, to fight harder for, to confront, to whine about, to delegate, to cry…
Burning Bridges Smell Bad
I was 21 with nothing to lose, or so I thought. Here’s the story. Well, it’s not much of a story now. I’ve forgotten most of it after 15 years. The anger has died and I don’t even remember what fueled it. I just remember being MAAAAD, so mad that I wrote a letter to the…
strong wills are for babies
I’m oddly emotional. After roughly 30 minutes, she finally laid back, cradled her pink sheep-head blanket, and fell asleep. It’s the weirdest thing. You want your child to be independent (I do, anyway), and at the same time, you want your child to do what YOU know she needs to do. You see her strong will…