Sometimes it just hits me completely out of the blue that I am someone’s mother. I AM SOMEONE’S MOTHER, PEOPLE. This should come as a totally not shocking revelation to me as I vividly remember his forcible removal from my uterus and have the stretch marks and scar as proof of his former status as…
i love my son
Grieving the loss
I’ve spent many of the past 24 hours or so grieving. And I didn’t realize that’s what I was doing until someone on Twitter pointed it out to me. But yeah, this shoe thing? Is a grieving thing. I lost a year’s worth of memories to the blur of PPD and adjusting to my new…
Always be my baby
I realized today as I was talking to my bestie Erin that the updates about Joshua’s goings-on have been slim around here. Mama Fail for that. Not quite sure what happened there since the title of this blog indicates that I should be talking about mom-ming. Anyway. Recently, “gos” have become “gohfees.” (Goldfish for those…
Hi ho, Hi ho. It’s back to work I go.
::sigh:: The Sunday night at the end of a week long break is always difficult. I don’t want to go to bed because I know if I go to bed I will have to wake up and when I wake up I will have to get up out of the bed and go to work….
A letter to my son on his second birthday
Dear Joshua, Watching you grow up this past year has been a blur. A blur of you. You’ve changed so much, so fast! It’s been hard for me to keep up. One minute you were unsteady on your feet and the next you were running through the house like a silly boy. It’s so hard…