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“Dream Bigger.” Only two words, but they pack a gigantic punch when you live them as your mantra. In this photo (above) you can’t be more than 2.5 years old. I know this because of the white and pink diaper I see peeking out from beneath your itty-bitty pink shorts. You are sleeping, probably mid-nap,…
Lately at bedtime, my 2.5-year-old will lie down, look up at me and say “I have a question”. Me, who is fluent in toddler, knows that this means she has a statement or remark that she wants to make and have heard. So, I ask her, “What’s your question, Boo?” Yes; I am one of…
He needs a mom. He doesn’t need you to be perfect; though, in his eyes, you already are. He needs a mom. He doesn’t need you, as his mama-to-be, to eat all the “right foods” and steer clear of anything with a .0001% chance of being harmful to the little nugget. You’ll do it anyway…
Hey Guys. Allow me to let you in on a little secret — I don’t have a lot of time. Okay, that’s not really a secret and according to my husband, I b*tch, complain, and preach about it far and wide to anyone within earshot at every opportunity. Am I a martyr? I’m not trying to be,…
“This is magic.” Only a child would say something like that while walking the halls of a children’s hospital. We had just exited the elevator taking us from the registration floor up to the pre-op level for my daughter’s scheduled surgery –a tonsillectomy, a frenotomy (lip-tie cut), and a myringotomy (ear tube replacement). When we…
This morning my two-year-old locked me out of my house. I stepped out back on our patio to let our aging Labradors out to relieve themselves. While I usually leave the back door open so that I can hear my kids fighting for the three to five minutes that I am not in the room,…
I claim (and complain) that I get the worst of you, but the truth is that I get the best of you. I get the you who is on the journey. I get the you who is slightly naive and curious. I get the you who is learning and growing. I get the you who is…
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