Category: Mommy confession
Hello, my name is "Mother."
Please excuse me for a second. I need to find my gingham dress and pinafore, because my four-year-old son has taken to calling me “Mother.” No longer “Mom” or “Mommy.” I am simply MOTHER. It all started because we read a chapter of a… Continue Reading “Hello, my name is "Mother."”
The horror of family photo shoots
“It’s going to be better than last time,” I promised nervously, clutching child-sized hangers and a bag of hair supplies. “We’re just going to go in, get it done, and get it out — no big deal. Quick and easy.” I was talking out… Continue Reading “The horror of family photo shoots”
Taking the time
When I get busier than usual, I also get crankier than usual. It’s like a predictable math problem, A + B = C. (Is that a thing? I suck at math. guys) But one thing I’ve learned in my 31 years is that a… Continue Reading “Taking the time”
When moms become hoarders
I have hoarder tendencies, especially when it comes to our children. The sentimental side of me wants to preserve every piece of artwork, treasured board book, and precious teeny tiny shoe. These stripey sort-of-matching jammies! How can I part with youuuuuuuu? But I also… Continue Reading “When moms become hoarders”
When introverts have children …
I think the biggest challenge for me, as a parent, is the fact that I spent so much of my pre-kid life … all alone. As a kid, I spent most afternoons alone in my bedroom, playing Barbies and listening to Salt-N-Pepa (coolest kid… Continue Reading “When introverts have children …”
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