How We Got Here
the mamaversary post
In life, as in my mamaversary posts, I try to avoid surprise and astonishment about the speed with which we change from worn out mothers of toddlers, infants, and little league players to mothers of people who drive. I try not to wonder how we got here. Today, my oldest son is twenty-three, and I’m thinking about exactly how we got here.
I Don't Know About You but I'm Feeling 22
the mamaversary post
This week I had my annual oncology visit and got the good news I love to hear: #nocancertoday.
After that, it got kind of boring because Dr. P told me about all these errands I need to run. He started talking about what it means to be a survivor, and it was sort of like he whipped out an Inigo mask and said, "You keep using that word. I don't think it means what you think it does."
21
For some time I've been thinking of turning a corner with my blog. This year is challenging in a million different ways, and for me one of these challenges is the need to redefine my identity as a writer, or perhaps my relationship to writing, my expectations for it. I started blogging when posts were supposed to start a conversation, but I find that's not why I write. I write here because I write always, but here I can finish a thing, wrap it up, and give it away without anyone else's say-so.
Twenty Years Ago, I Became a Mom
When Julia Roberts had her twins, she posed with them in People magazine under the headline, "Best Role Yet.” I related. Though I've never quite achieved my artistic dreams, I've had them, but when John Michael was born, I knew one thing.
If I never do anything else in my life, I will have been great because of him.
The Mamaversary Post - Take 19
Today is the nineteenth anniversary of my motherhood. Yay me, except...I have been a mother long enough to finish one human-plus-one-year, and nothing feels finished at all.
I never decided if I should pick him up or let him cry it out.
Scheduled meals and naps or no?
16 Things I Hate About Parenting
In honor of the sixteenth Anniversary of my Motherhood, I present to you a somewhat surprising list from me: 16 things I Hate About Parenting: 1. The astonishing reality that I have been put in charge of young humans when I'm not actually done yet. At all.
