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I admit it, I watched

Posted on June 23, 2009

I have never watched a full episode of Jon and Kate Plus 8, but tonight, the girls asleep and Sean at work, I watched. I kind of wish I hadn’t. This parenting and marriage thing is not easy. I write about the beauty of my children and my life, and while I mean every word there is, of course a dark side. I have my eye-rolling moments or my wishing they would just for the love of all that is good go to bed moments. None of us wants our foibles to be on display or to have someone weigh in on something based on their limited perspective. I’ve read the rants about the riches and perks, but at the end of the day…

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So you know:

Posted on June 20, 2009

If you listen, there’s wisdom in them thar kids: Avery’s take: “But super heroes don’t wear underwear!” “You gotta pee first so the poop can go in different water.” Briar wisdom: “He’s not died, he just can’t hear very well.” “I want to get married twice: once to dad and once to another somebody.” Finley smarts: “No.” “Ai sayuh I doe-wanna!” Seanisms: “I am wary of being too perfect.” So you see, surrounded by this kind of brilliance, I am the best kind of super hero*. *An underwear wearing superhero.

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It does not go without saying

Posted on June 15, 2009

Three kids. Girls. As different as they are the same.Investigating. Commanding. Wooing. Together. Every which way. Feisty. Flirtatious. Daring. Darling. Wondering. Wondrous. I snap— And snap— And snap some more— I never quite get it, never truly capture this perfect chaos that I am living, but I do get it. I’ve been growing a life. It is bittersweet bliss and I am grateful every day for it. .

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You’ll Forget

Posted on June 13, 2009

Once upon a time I hated the input. I would tense each time I felt their eyes on me, anticipating the, “Oh, don’t waste a minute,” and “One day you won’t be so excited,” and on and on. My experience was sacred. my emotions my own, the first of their kind. Five years later I understand my place a bit more. I know that while my feelings are sacred, there is a thread that runs through us all, an unstoppable, unavoidable, unforgiving truth. I know that the grizzled checker and the overly-perfumed, touchy-feely woman at the store both know my path. It does go fast. Mercilessly so. I am as aware of the inevitability of my aging and death, as I am of my…

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