You Were Made to Be My Oldest
You are my firstborn. My big. The one who made me a mama. The one who started this whole crazy,…
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You are my firstborn. My big. The one who made me a mama. The one who started this whole crazy,…
Continue Reading"You’re going to miss this someday." When I was in the trenches, I hated that comment. I remember well-intended people…
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 ReadingLight—it comes in many different forms. From the sun during the day and sometimes the moon at night. From a…
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…
Continue ReadingChecking in—it’s what mothers do, or what I do anyway. I stand nose to chin with Miles and Gabriel, my…
Continue ReadingHow many millions of brothers have grown up playing football against each other in their backyards? It's impossible to know,…
Continue ReadingHe came home from school last week and asked, “Why do I get so angry but my friends never do?…
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