The Warmth of His Hand

I feel his palm warm against my arm, a slight movement of his fingers as his hand finally settles.  Tired, I only want to sleep, impatient and silently wishing for him to feed quickly so I can go back to bed. The memory is now barely there, the act of his hand grabbing onto my …

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The Reality of Parenting

I attachment parent. I also dictate. My children have slept in my bed. Sometimes I snuck out to sleep in theirs. I wanted natural childbirth. I begged for drugs. In my mind I was cloth diapers. In reality, the disposables called out to me. I breastfed. Until I couldn't. I have spoken to them with …

Listen To Your Teen’s Music No Matter How Sh*tty It Is

When I drive my son anywhere we have a deal. We listen to my music on the way there and his on the way back. I've now reached the age where I don't understand a lot of today's music and I suspect I'm only a few mere years away from shaking my fist in the …

The Lasts Are Devious

It came up in my Facebook memories today. A cute post about Liam asking if I could still pick him up. When I replied yes, he shouted Yay! and I secretly shouted yay in my head as well. That post was from a few years ago. Today, I can no longer pick him up. In …

I’m Finally Beginning To Understand My Parents

I walk into his dark room, he’s in his bed sprawled out, all legs and arms, slowly growing into this new teenage body. I think to myself about all the times I held him in my arms as he slept. The newborn who would fall into a milk coma midway through feeding, drool pooling onto …

Dear Moms of Kids Who Will Be Going into High School: Things Are About to Get Weird

Over the past few weeks, I’ve been seeing the graduation photos of kids moving out of elementary schools and into high school. I see the pride you have for your sons and daughters, the awards they held, the joy you felt. And the sadness. How did Grade 8 sneak up on me so fast, you …

Gravity Really Is a Son of a B*tch

Being in your 40s is actually pretty awesome. There is a freedom that comes in knowing who you are combined with not giving so many shits about what people think. I would have never worn Space Kitten tights in my 30s for fear of judgment but my 40-year-old self is all, “Screw it. Wear the …