The Summer of Two
There will be more summers to come. Next year, she’ll join camps, pre-school, and activities she’ll do on her own. Though I’ll be happy to watch her grow, I know I’ll miss the days when it was just her and me.
Golden Parenting Moments: Tissues or glitter sometimes required.
There will be more summers to come. Next year, she’ll join camps, pre-school, and activities she’ll do on her own. Though I’ll be happy to watch her grow, I know I’ll miss the days when it was just her and me.
My baby’s experience happened to fall outside those expectations in the narrow range we call “miracles.”
It’s now no longer a question of if I will forget something, but when, and the magnitude of the fallout.
So through the sieve of hours, days, years and lifetimes unfolding beyond, debris will fall upon ruins.
I am a person with a long tether, made of guts and love and all those gritty, gross human things that knit us all together.
I stepped away from my crutch of ‘journalist’ and realized we are so much more than what we do.
These were the nights I began to see my mom as a person, outside of just my mother. It was just the two of us, in our own little world, filled with chocolate and love.
I was prepared to give up things I’d become accustomed to as an adult, but I never thought I would be gaining a time warp back to childhood
When you are old enough to read this, you will understand that beneath the calm exterior, I am always anxious to protect you from harm and to help you find happiness. And I am terrified that I will fail.
My days with my son pile up like the leaves in the park down the street, the ones that never get raked up. Days filled with playdates and uneaten bananas, too much laundry, too many dishes, books on tape I try to listen to as I play with him on the floor, and a child…