What did I cook? What time did I go to bed? Did I always brush my teeth? But, most of all, why do I now think these are important questions?
Tag: children
Home is a kitchen.
Is it the physical bricks and mortar in which you live, or is it a feeling? Is it the people you see each day who contribute to the feeling of belonging that comes with “home”? Can you feel at home anywhere?Jimmy Carter, "A Letter from Home." The Bitter Southerner; March 2022. An overly brief and … Continue reading Home is a kitchen.
Re_ea_e.
What I’m still learning, after 21 years of motherhood, is that healthy attachment requires release, learning how to hold dear and let go at the same time.
Repeat.
(Originally published a year ago, with the title, “Flight.”) When I was little, before my sister was born, I spent weeks each summer at the beach with my mother, building castles, looking for sand dollars, and chasing tiny crabs in the dark as they darted in and out of holes, trying to escape the beams … Continue reading Repeat.
Something about that list from the working mother battlefield.
I made school lunch for the last time, ever. "This is the last time I'm ever going to make lunch for you to take to school," I said to my daughter, as I folded a chicken and rice burrito and wrapped it up tight. "You're free!" she whooped. "Aren't you glad?" Seven years ago, I … Continue reading Something about that list from the working mother battlefield.
Something about children.
In 2016 the Centers for Disease Control released a technical package/toolkit for preventing child abuse and neglect. If you missed that bit of news, back in 2016, as I did, it's probably because 2016 was, in the lightest and most polite description, a crazy year. I'll go on a limb here and suggest something that … Continue reading Something about children.
Something about impermanence.
I was at a party recently to celebrate a friend’s milestone birthday. It was a wonderful, multi-generational gathering of adults and children of all ages, and being with them in person, during this COVID reprieve, was a true joy. One of the guests was a mother who had a toddler with her. The child was … Continue reading Something about impermanence.
Thoughts go astray.
"This could be her last Christmas," my daughter said, speaking about the dog -- one of our dogs -- last Christmas, in 2020, the first pandemic Christmas. Another of our dogs had died earlier in the year, in mid-March before everything shut down. He, the one who died, and she, the one who remained behind, … Continue reading Thoughts go astray.
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