I had a lot of uncertainty when Riley was born. How would I know what she needed? How would I know that she didn’t die when I thought she was sleeping? How little sleep can I get before my body shuts down? One thing I was always certain of though was that she was advanced. Yes, I was absolutely sure that every milestone she hit was early and was perfectly executed. Disappointment struck each time I took her to a well visit and the doctor didn’t automatically refer her to some specialized doctor for geniuses. They may not have realized her extraordinary presence when they held her, but I sure did. I imagine it is the same way every new mom feels about her firstborn. I knew Riley was amazing and could do anything. (more…)
Nurture Her Nature
If you know Story, you know that her hair is part of her identity — fine, curly, wild, combed only a couple times a week, beautiful, and stubborn. I’ve been at a loss most of the time as to what to do with it (thank goodness messy buns have been in style), but sometimes I got it right. And when I did, boy, did I want to show it off. So did Story. She had perfected her head toss, making those curls catch the sunlight, especially when she wanted something. She loved her hair. Until one day.
The year 2016 has now come and gone, and we are well into the new year. The past year certainly was not a great year. As I complained to a friend this past week about the tragedies (some real, some in my own mind) of the year, I was reminded that it was not all bad. No, of course it was not all bad. There were many highlights. We experienced great times with friends and family, a handful of family adventures, and I continued to have the good fortune of being able to watch the girls reach more exciting milestones. One of those highlights and milestones was Riley turning five. (more…)
This holiday season, as with all holiday seasons before it, Santa was fast at work making his list and checking it twice. When it comes to list making, he is the master. Can you imagine how difficult it must be to be responsible for and track each person’s naughty or nice status and cross-reference it with what he or she wants? Even with the most advanced Excel skills, this would be a daunting task. But each year that jolly old elf manages to do it and, presumably, maintains everything he needs to in his own life.
We are moms, so we are so proud of our children’s artworks, glittered cards, construction-paper ornaments, decorated letters, and exuberant finger paintings. And then to find out these creations are made just for us for Christmas, well, that just melts our hearts. That’s what the holiday is about, after all — love, togetherness, appreciation. We are sincere in our sentiments and take them very seriously.
And yet …