I’ll Always Remember the Little Boys They Were
I have a lot of gray hair. More than most people my age, and probably no less than my mom,…
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I have a lot of gray hair. More than most people my age, and probably no less than my mom,…
Continue ReadingWhen I was younger, I had a dream. It wasn’t my only dream—I had plenty of career goals, financial aspirations,…
Continue ReadingBefore you, boy, I never knew that little boys could get so dirty. Play so rough. Climb so high. Assess…
Continue ReadingWhen you were almost two years old, we were driving home from the library and a song that used to…
Continue ReadingI am a boy mom. I’ve lovingly held that title since 2014 when my first son joined our family. My…
Continue ReadingYou are my firstborn. My big. The one who made me a mama. The one who started this whole crazy,…
Continue ReadingHe towered over me, right there in the middle of the kitchen while I was making dinner. I looked up…
Continue ReadingMy son is at an age where he couldn’t care less about personal grooming, his un-selfconsciousness both admirable and aggravating…
Continue ReadingMy son, you are 12 years old. You are a young boy in the last days before you become a…
Continue ReadingThe true measure of a mother’s love is her willingness to wake up before the sun on vacation. On a…
Continue ReadingYou were the baby who slept nights. You were the infant who quietly stacked blocks one on top of the…
Continue ReadingLooking at my 13-year-old in the car today, I saw what’s become the norm lately. Blonde, alpaca-like hair hanging in…
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