He’s 12 but He’s Still Mine
My son is now 12. No longer little, not yet grown. It’s so hard to imagine that he’s soon becoming…
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My son is now 12. No longer little, not yet grown. It’s so hard to imagine that he’s soon becoming…
Continue ReadingDear toddler, Everyone tells me the days are long, but the years are short. They tell me I’ll turn around…
Continue ReadingI’m no longer the last person he says goodnight to. That’s a hard pill to swallow. Here we are, just…
Continue ReadingThere’s something about football boys. Maybe it’s the sunrise practices when the heat is too strong mid-afternoon. Or maybe it’s…
Continue ReadingI’m at this stage of parenting. You know, the one when I hardly catch their faces in photos anymore but…
Continue ReadingShe sits curled up as tight as she can make herself, in the corner of the sofa. She has never…
Continue ReadingMy son slammed his fingers down the guitar strings enthusiastically while I stared at my computer screen, eyes glazed over,…
Continue Reading“Mommy, watch,” you say, as you are making a silly face with your tongue sticking out. That one little phrase…
Continue ReadingI never anticipated how much dirt and sweat and tears and stink would come with being a mom—and a boy…
Continue ReadingA few years ago, I let go of our Mr. Potato Head collection. I asked my boys to play one…
Continue ReadingMy boy bought me a ring. He stuck a token into a prize machine and out it popped. “It’s for…
Continue ReadingSome people roll their eyes at the term, but I used to be a card-carrying member of the boy mom…
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