Before my feet even hit the ground, my head was spinning. Wrapped in my warm blanket, I felt paralyzed by the thought of tackling another Monday morning! “Noah needs to remember to pack his basketball clothes for after co-op. Sophia needs to make her lunch. What time is Tyler’s class and does Bella have a…
I threw away my scale. For as long as I could remember I weighed myself each morning. Then about fifteen years ago one of my kids asked, “Why do you always weigh yourself?” It’s just something I’ve always done. Lame. So, I can know if I’ve gained weight. Lamer. My mom always did, and I…
My kids will be home any minute. I position myself in the kitchen next to the mail I need to sort, so I can see them as they walk in the door. Today I got a hug and a quick report about a history test from one, a mumbled, “Hi, Mom,” from another, and a…
-Guest post by Lynne Cimorelli, A parent of 11 kids, she is a writer at MomCimorelli.com and mother to the music group, Cimorelli. When we were in the middle of building our family of eleven children, it seemed like my whole life was going to be filled with chaos, dirty dishes, diapers, laundry, and whining.…
“Ruthie, patience is a virtue!” I can still hear my feisty grandma’s high-pitched whistling words reminding me to be patient. It was a phrase she said to me often and to be honest, I miss hearing from her. As the years go by since I last heard my grandma’s voice, it becomes overwhelmingly obvious to me that the impression we…
“No, keep driving, just get me to the hospital!” I insisted on gritting my teeth during contractions. In my labor-induced fog, the only thing I wanted was clean sheets and a hospital room. Instead, I was riding in a car at midnight in a state of full panic. Then suddenly, the car started to slow…
Three years ago, I was asked how I felt about becoming an empty nester. I knew the socially acceptable answer was that I had no idea what I was going to do with my life and all the free time. I thought I was supposed to say my children are my life and I don’t…
