No, not those creepy little bloodsuckers that give you the shivers — rather, let’s talk about those shivers! Or twitches or eye blinks or grunts or sniffs — any “sudden, repetitive movement or sound that can be difficult [if not impossible!] to control.” When talking about tics, Tourette’s syndrome, which is certainly a well-known representative tic disorder, is what usually comes to mind. But there are also several other variations. There are two primary types of tics: motor tics involve movement, and vocal tics involve sound. Story has had both. (more…)
Nurture Her Nature
You can’t teach your kids everything. It is one of those strange mom thoughts that you have to sometimes sit down and repeat to yourself. I cannot teach my kids everything. Our mother instincts tell us we are the protector. We are the feeder. We are the everything that will make our kids who they are and keep them alive. Sometimes, though, we just need to sit back and let them develop into who they will be. (more…)
If you’ve read any of my posts about Story, you know she’s a talker. Luckily for me, she has a rather large vocabulary and can tell some pretty creative tales. She tries out new words every once in a while, but these past couple of weeks have made for some pretty interesting conversations. I don’t know if there’s such a thing as a vocabulary spurt, but if so, she’s going through one right now.
Sometimes she aims at the mark but misses: “Mom, this is the most dumbfounded spaghetti I’ve ever had!” Sometimes she hits the bull’s eye: “I’ve never had Mt. Dew, but when I’m an adult, I’m sure it will taste marvelous.” My favorites though are those that come nowhere near the target: Pointing at the night sky, “I see so many constipations!”
Beauty. A lighthearted word that should evoke feelings of peacefulness, harmony, and pleasing. Though well intentioned, the word misses its mark in society. Or, more truthfully, society misses its mark with the word. Full of clichés and impossibilities, the word has been the culprit of lifelong internal struggles. Wars with an ideal. As a mother of girls, the word is no less intimidating. (more…)
Once upon a time, I was a woman who had it all together. I was queen of my life, and all my subjects fell in line. My house was clean; my bills were paid two weeks ahead of time like clockwork; my daughter never went anywhere in dirty, nonmatching clothes; my work life was the perfect balance of challenge and comfort; I was completely organized; I had leisure time; and everything was in harmony. And then something happened. I don’t know what (and I don’t have time to investigate it). Ali put it best: I broke.