Magic Soap

    A white lace bra, matching panties, and black ankle socks come off one by one. I neatly fold and place them on the plain counter next to my many bottles of moisturizer, anti-wrinkle creams, face washes and other magic youth making soaps. Naked, I stand in front of the full-length bathroom mirror. “Disgusting,” I whisper to my reflection. The wrinkles between my perfectly shaped eyebrows deepen with my frown. My laugh lines have turned a once beauty pageant[Read more]

Why do Mothers Cry over the Past?

I never thought I would be the type of mother to cry when my son grew. I wanted to truly be in each and every moment, not worrying about the past or future in case I might miss something in the now. While pregnant each kick was a joy, but so was the aching back and tired toes. I knew it wouldn’t last. Things never do. Then the other day my throat became full of cotton and tears welled in[Read more]

Ladybug Smelled Cheese

Once there was a little ladybug. She smelled cheese. Then she flyed and goed to get it. Super fast! And then she ate it. But it was stinky in her nose. Then she smelled it and then she fell down. And then she smelled bread. But it was it stinking out of her nose even bigger! And then she smelled nectar. Ladybugs like nectar. But the nectar was in the garbage and it was stinking out of her nose even bigger! And[Read more]

3 Tricks to Motherhood. (So Far)

I have so very much to learn, but here are three tricks that have helped me down this parenting road. 1. Routine I know, I know, this is not a fun one. It ties you down and ruins plans when you have to put your child down for a nap instead of going to out play. But kids have temper tantrums when they are tired or hungry (and sometimes just to mess with us, ha!) This way you know when[Read more]

For Our Children

Her tiny body rolls into position on the pink and white patterned mattress. She sighs through her perfect lips, and I exhale a breath of relief. She’s asleep. I get to go work, clean, or play with her brother. So many possibilities. I tiptoe away like a ninja, keeping my eyes on the sleeping sweetheart. One step. Another. Something catches my eye. A small spot behind her crib. It moves. I turn around for a closer look. “Please God don’t let it be a tick,”[Read more]