MOTHERHOOD
{this moment}: “Olive, were you in mommy’s purse?”
{this moment}: A Friday ritual. A single photo (or group of photos) capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor, and remember. (inspired by soulemama)
lately
1. drinking Saint Arnold’s Spring Bock. 2. wearing Booties. 3. trying to eat more veggies. 4. playing outdoors with my family. 5. reading Quiet: The Power of Introversion in a World that Can’t Stop Talking. 6.
{this moment}: morning snuggles.
{this moment}: A Friday ritual. A single photo capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor, and remember. (inspired by soulemama)
three.
Or “phree,” as you might say, holding your three fingers high in the air, as if to warn the world before you, “I’m coming!” And the world ought to prepare, Olive, for what’s stirring up
seven.
Seven years, Burke? Could it really be seven years since I held your new six pound frame, so fragile and unknown to me? Is it that possible for seven years to now stand between me
“Mom, can I be a dancing girl, even when I’m a grown-up?”
All is quiet. But I hear it approaching, her spirit and body tapping on the earth. Smiling toward her toes, she already knows awakening is coming. She leaves her chair to be alone, swaying with
good medicine, indeed.
“Are we having THAT for dinner?” Liam asks with disdain as he watches me slide another zucchini down the mandolin. “Yes.” I simply retort, looking down to double-check that it is in fact the zucchini
happy valentine’s day.
Sometimes I forget the whimsy of this day, laden with colorful hearts and kisses and cards. But you, children, did not. You each meandered over to me in the kitchen this morning with your bird