all the words matter.
I say that wishing I could have intervened, wishing I knew how to convince you that losing a(nother) child deserves at least a few days off. Sure, the procedure didn’t require a hospital stay but…oh honey, your heart. I’m amazed. No, not impressed. Amazed. Amazed you didn’t break.
I saw a friend’s post about the parenting journey that got me thinking about how awesome it is to have a 4 and 6 year old. They can play together and even by themselves. Now that we’re fully out of pull-ups, there’s less to consider when spending a night away from home and/or going on…
1st piece: You can read it here: https://wordhabit.com/2020/05/19/nightparenting/ 2nd piece: “What do you want me to learn about you?” This is a simple prayer I prayed tonight before settling down to write, cross-legged on my gray mid-century couch, laptop in tow. It would be horrible if I completed this Advent journey and missed something God…
Unconsciously, I’d thought this was a performance. You do the hard prep work, you birth the child and then… Apparently I was waiting for someone to applaud and hand me flowers. They never showed up.
Many days, parenting is a thing I’ve wanted and never wanted at the same time.
After I prayed, my oldest got under her covers and said, “Mummy, can we do it like last night?”
“Yes, honey,” I replied as my youngest and I snuggled at the foot of the bed under the pink and white cozy blanket
Arguments with almost five-month-old babies are very short. It began with her ridiculously fast-growing fingernails. She’s obviously draining me of all contributing nutrients. After concluding that I’d been scratched enough, I decided to cut her nails. My daughter has gotten used to the process, one I conduct while she’s awake so that I don’t have…