I Blinked and You Went From Kindergarten to College
I remember the first day of kindergarten. I remember how far away your senior year in high school seemed and how unimaginable it was that one…
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Motherhood is Letting Go, Over and Over Again
The sweet sound of your baby’s cry pierces the air inside the delivery room. He is laid upon your chest, and as you gaze down at his delicate…
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Dear Graduate, You’ll Always Have a Place Here With Me
There is change in the air, can you feel it? It lies subtle and thick above us, pressing on our shoulders and on our hearts, leaving us with a dread…
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I Don’t Think I Can Do This
It was time for the annual semi-dreaded first day of school picture for my two youngest boys who are now in high school. Since kindergarten, this has…
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You’re Ready For School, My Child—But I Will Miss You Terribly
This morning I am packing lunches. Spreading almond butter and honey. Cutting up carrots. It’s the last week of our honey-sweet summer. Six days…
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Dear Mama, It’s Alright To Leave Him
Leave him. I see you across the pool from me, momma. Here I sit watching my boys jump off diving boards, swim like fish in the deep end, and run up…
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A Conversation With a Daughter Who Met the Man of Her Dreams
“Your father is falling apart. It’s not a medical condition, rather a predicament of the heart. You called to announce that you had met…
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Dear Daughter, I’ve Given You My All, Now It’s Time For You To Fly
Daughter, I’m at the end of my rope and yet I am more relieved than I have been for a long time. The cloud has lifted and I can see clearly again.…
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I Hold You, Baby, So You’ll Know It’s Okay to Let Go
I held you before I even knew you existed, little one. I held you within my body. I held you when the only evidence of you being there was a…
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Loving and Letting Go With One Final Braid
Sixteen years ago my daughter was born completely bald. In this respect she was certainly neither unique nor precocious. I, her young and sanguine…
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