Senior Year

Brittany has started her senior year and she says she “should” graduate on time. There was a point a couple years ago where she said she might do a “victory lap”. That’s what the kids call a 5th year.Everyone is a spin-doctor nowadays!She moved into an apartment 2 weeks before school started. Right before the move she called to ask when we were coming to visit. She had been wanting to get us out there to see the resort she was working at all summer....more

Broody

In England they call it being “broody,” the clock ticking feeling that the one thing in the world you want to hold is your own baby. It strikes women in their twenties and thirties and if not dealt with can bring on a sense of panic. But I am in my fifties, my children have left home and yet I have been having that familiar tug, that feeling like I want to pick up the babies of perfect strangers and have a little cuddle....more

I Have a Confession to Make

Who I Am In My Family and What I Am Not Without Them

After spending many years of searching, trying to find Me, and looking to “fit in,” somewhere, anywhere, I can now say, I am finally where I belong, and I know who I am. By the grace of God, I am home! I am a wife and a mother, and a grandmother. And because I have finally earned the love and respect I’ve craved all my life, I can now lead, where before no-one would follow....more
This is beautiful! Thank you so very much for sharing. I do have tears in my eyes. I guess it's ...more

Best Way for Parents to Not Protect Their Child

 I took my youngest rock climbing the other day and it struck me. Her acrophobic Dad, safely planted on the ground, as Ella was at least five stories high, unafraid of her growing distance from the ground..she's on her own. I can't entirely protect her anymore, if I ever truly could. But isn't that my job......more

Rear View Mirror

Daughter Envy

I think I am jealous of my daughter. The thought occurs to me as I wait on a bench while she has a job interview across the street. My feet hurt, the ten pound "Forever 21" bag  full of floral print dresses and cut off shorts digs into my shoulder. She has shopped before the interview and I am holding the bag....more
Pauline, many thanks. I reworked it just a bit.more

They are Lucky to Have US

We American parents have taken a great deal of flak. First we were branded as “helicopters,” then we were made to feel inferior to the Chinese and now, the French, with their better parenting models. We have been accused of disabling our offspring with our over-involved, ultimately self-absorbed parenting styles. Worse, our kids have been labeled as “immature” and unable to face adulthood on their own. All in all not a great picture....more

At Some Point, It's All About Me

It Is All About Me God, it really is all about me now. Not in the self-serving, hey guess what I am doing way, but rather, in a very different and often poignant way. My daughter (my only) and I had many different roles in our lives as she grew from the tiny girl who didn’t get the part of Cinderella in her kindergarten play (she was a mouse) to the graceful young woman she became. Along the way, she ran a lot, sometimes on the track and many times from me. She studied a lot. I watched her from my studio....more

Tailgate

Saturday mornings are accompanied by the luxurious realization that the day belongs to me, my husband and our two chocolate Labradors. I am no longer obligated to rush to soccer-hockey-lacrosse-football-baseball games- track and swim meets to watch one or both of our two children compete. While I thoroughly enjoyed seeing them develop from clumsy little kids just learning the rules of the sports to varsity and even collegiate athletes, I am not mourning the end of that phase of their young lives. One aspect of youth sports that I will not miss is the dreaded snack schedule....more