Rock-a-Bye
I’ve said over and over that my boys have broken me, and while that is true, their wild ways and deep, deep love continue to heal me, daily.
Month: April 2020
Another Coronavirus Symptom
Yes, all of the normal senior year fun may have been taken away, but maybe that senior needed the reprieve? Have you asked them?
I’m a Rebel
The thirteen year old in that car knew exactly what I’d become, and at the root of it was being something that pleased someone else. Is that really any way to live?
Hashtag BOYMOM
Every day, I am working on matching their excitement and their open sense of discovery. Unruliness compliments perfectionism, I’ve found.
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