It started senior year. A sudden awareness of the time being reduced to "months left"..."weeks left". I kept it to myself, this mental hourglass. Last back-to-school shop. Last Halloween. Last Spring Break. Then it was May. Last day of making her coffee, packing her school lunch. Was she aware too? We never talked about it....more
For as long as I can remember, the focus on my day has been my children: getting them to school, helping them with their homework (and then their problems), driving them to and from activities. What I planned each day has always depended on school breaks and who had what sports lesson after school on what day. Until a few months ago. ...more
I think I can understand why you want a grandchild.After all, many years ago, you wanted a child. You could picture a baby crib filling the empty corner in the unused office overlooking the driveway. You flipped through magazines, furnishing the room with ideas.Then, finally, you were pregnant. You furnished the room for real, this time: crib, changing table, soft animals, color....more
August 23, 1998. The date will remain forever scorched in my memory as the day I became one of those mothers. The kind the rest of us whisper about when she leaves the room to get more tea. The kind who gives a bad name to motherhood.
I wasn't one when I left my own driveway, but by the time I reached Burlington, Vermont, I was a full-fledged wack-a-doo. A June Cleaver with bi-polar disorder and a twitch beneath my right eye.
It creeps up on you. All too quickly they grow up. One day their chubby, little arms are wrapped around your neck giving you the sweetest, slobbery kisses and the next day they are loading up the car with carelessly packed boxes of bedding and clothes heading off to college....more
I’ve tried writing this post several times over the last two days, and I keep getting lost in the details. Then I realized--the details aren’t important here. When I think about life over the four months after my marriage blew apart, these things are fundamentally true:1. It’s really, really hard to be separated from your husband and have to continue living in the same house....more