Of Fevers and Rocking Chairs

I sit again. This rocking chair. It is not the first time I have spent all night in it. It probably won't be the last. A little lump dozes restlessly against my arms. He is burning up, cheeks ablaze as he lays there trying to get comfortable. Holding him here my own arms ache. My … Continue reading Of Fevers and Rocking Chairs

The Faith of our Fathers

Outside it was only late afternoon, but already dark in the mid-December sky.  Tremendous amounts of snow silenced our our neighborhood, downy banks lining the streets. And as the sky cleared, bitter cold set in. This snow would stay a while. My dad bundled us up, zipping us into snowsuits and tieing our boots to … Continue reading The Faith of our Fathers

The Mindset of Solo-Parenting

My husband often travels for his job, and his work is such that when he travels, he is mostly unavailable to me. He tries--God bless him he tries! He knows how tough it can be and how much I just need to hear his voice sometimes. But the demands of his job are high, his … Continue reading The Mindset of Solo-Parenting

Mending

A wide, gummy smile bursts across your little round face. No teeth. Sparse hair. Big dark eyes. And all I see is delight. Happiness. Pure joy that I am your Mom. In the early days I worried for you. Isn't that what moms do best? I worried my sorrow would hurt you. I didn't know … Continue reading Mending

Enough

This moment is a quiet one. One where my little people are occupied and the baby is snoring on my chest and my thoughts slip into focus. Those savory thoughts I file away, deep in the back of my mind to come back to when I have the time to fully explore them. Ideas float … Continue reading Enough