Being a mother is difficult work. Not in the sense that running a marathon or skiing a black diamond is difficult and not in the sense that finishing a project or painting window trim is work. Motherhood, the act of “moming,” is difficult work because if you are anything like me it is predominantly blind…
This is my mom. Time does things to people. We change as we get older, and yet I think being a mother brings out the very best of who we were when we were little. We want our children to have their dress up times. We want them to sing into the Mr. Microphone and…
It’s Mother’s Day again. I like the idea of a day that celebrates those of us that mother, but the cheezy commercialism of it is a bit much. Some years it flies by. I buy the card, send the gift. My own mother thinks the whole thing is silly, so there’s really no pressure. For…
Being a mother is tricky stuff. I have always said I float between serial killer and valedictorian with my children every single day. There isn’t a right answer or a book that tells you how to raise a healthy, well adjusted, productive human being. In fact, when I think about the actual task of helping…