sun warmed

Calm, with little signs of life zipping back and forth and around and around.  K chatting at me a million miles a minute.  The breeze just brushing the bottoms of my bare feet as I kick them gently behind me, swishing them through the air.  Swimming in slow motion while the cool green grass presses … Continue reading sun warmed

even here…

There's an internal monologue which plays through my head in the mornings as I go about my tasks. Stick to my schedule.  As I wake K from slumber, get her ready for school not so much by doing for her as I used to, but by carefully not doing for her. By hanging at the … Continue reading even here…

help wanted

I'm overwhelmed. There.  I said it.  I am.  I never expected this to be simple.  I never expected it to be easy.  Things are difficult.  Tense.  Uneasy.  Unstable.  And yes.  Overwhelming. And the list of things a that needs to get done is long and getting longer.  I'm knocking one of those tasks off today, … Continue reading help wanted

for matty…

It's strange to me sometimes as the parent of an only child, to watch K's interactions with me, her father, her friends, my friends, the world.  I was never an only child.  On the day I was born my brother was nearly three and quite happy being an only child.  I could regale you with … Continue reading for matty…

Shhh!

I've been napping.  Asleep at the wheel a bit.  I'll be back posting soon but in the meantime please enjoy this quiet time to yourself. Or until I'm back to my bloggy best you could read my tweet stream.  I can pack a lot of not saying a thing into 140 characters and I do … Continue reading Shhh!

mothered

Two days before I left on my trip to Austin my mother flew in from the Midwest.  She came for two reasons, both greatly appreciated.  My trip was very close to my daughters birthday, for which my mom comes into town each year anyway.  But the timing, the early arrival was due to the fact … Continue reading mothered

little sleeps

Every night has the same routine. That doesn't mean that every night is the same.  They all have their own special set of circumstances.  A different set of challenges.  Conversations.  A new story to read or a new chapter to begin.  The pjs change.  Sometimes the cats curl up at the foot of her bed.  … Continue reading little sleeps