Dear Emma, I’ve had this post open for five days now, as many days as you’ve racked up in years. My Best Girl has made a whole handful of trips around the sun, and I find myself at a loss for words when it comes to sharing what this means for me. And for you. For us….
Emma
Inheriting Insecurity
I heard a…thing…today that just ripped my heart to pieces. (It wasn’t a conversation.) Emma has ballet on Thursdays. Emma loves ballet. I love that she loves it. I love that ballet teaches her to move her body and that she’s burning energy by dancing, by enjoying time with her friends and her teacher. I…
Three Years, Six Months, and Some Change
It’s been three years, six months, and some change since we brought Emma home from the hospital. That means it’s been three years, six months, and some change since she and I embarked on a breastfeeding journey together. A journey which has now, after three years, six months, and some change, come to a close….
I Love You Too
I’m not a perfect mother. I know, I know. I was just as shocked to learn that as you are. The truth is that I’m in great company because none of us are perfect mothers. We all have flaws, big or small or both. We all have ways in which we believe we could do…
Tomorrow You Are Two
Dear Emma, Tomorrow you are two. The other morning, I brought you to bed with me and you fell asleep after nursing. We snuggled up and I breathed in the smell of your hair and fell back to sleep alongside you. For a brief moment, I was taken back to the early months of your…
What It Looks Like To Work From Home When Your Kid Is Sick
Just as I was turning out the lights after finishing my Scandal review, I heard sounds coming from Emma’s bedroom. By the time I got to the hallway, they had stopped. I tiptoed into my bedroom, used my cell phone as a flashlight to get to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and then heard her crying….
All I Want For Christmas Is A Hogwarts Letter
It seems I may have actually birthed Hermione Granger, you guys. No, our last name is not Watson. Yes, I won’t have a problem if my Emma follows in that Emma’s footsteps, particularly if somehow this lands me a trip to platform 9 and 3/4 to send my mudblood off to the best school for…
It’s Okay To Tell My Daughter She’s Pretty. And Smart.
Emma’s not a fan of getting dressed. Actually, that’s not entirely true. It’s more like she’s a fan of running away from me while I’m trying to dress her. She wants to climb into the rocker and squeal in delight as the chair moves back and forth, nearly toppling over backward with the force of…
Emma The Observer
Today was just Tuesday. Emma and I dropped Joshua off at school and then made our way back to the house. I poured a cup of coffee and looked into the office and decided to hang the curtains. I gathered the step-ladder and the drill. I rounded up the measuring tape and a pencil. She…
My Best Girl
Dear Emma, my best girl. From the moment you cry out in the morning until the minute you fall asleep for naps and bedtime, you’re on the move, exploring the world around you, imitating your big brother, finding new ways to see the world. Right now your spirit of adventure knows no bounds. Every day…
