Tag Archives: parenthood

The life-altering mindshift of appreciation

About a year ago, I felt like I was living in a constant state of stress. Whether it be work, family, adult and parent responsibilities, finances, aspirations left unreached, creative pursuits, or issues with the world at large, I was a ball of worry, nerves, pressure, and so much more, clawing at the walls forContinue reading “The life-altering mindshift of appreciation”

In the dark of the night, sickness fills the air

I write this, lying here in the dark of our room. The red digital numbers on the clock reading 11:13. Meg is asleep next to me, while one of our cats, Jasper nudges his way between us to curl in for a night’s sleep. At the foot of the bed sits the cradle that’s beenContinue reading “In the dark of the night, sickness fills the air”

The shirt struggle gets better

There are some downright awesome shirt designs out there for kids. Our two year old daughter’s shirt with cartoon marshmallows joyously leaping into a mug of hot chocolate, or our five year old son’s red shirt with a timeless/retro shiny metal robot swirling through the air leaving a rainbow behind him. Or the the overlappingContinue reading “The shirt struggle gets better”

Saturday night pickings

Parenthood can be a lot of things. Exciting. Frustrating. Heartwarming. Exhausting. Joyous. And sometimes, parenthood can be spending your Saturday night picking the lock on your bathroom door because a certain five year old boy was curious about what would happen if he pushed the button inside then closed it behind him on the wayContinue reading “Saturday night pickings”

You don’t have to be friends with everyone

I was driving our son to school recently when, staring out the back window at the houses and businesses passing us by, he suddenly asked why one of the kids at school didn’t want to be his friend. “I say hello and I’m nice to them, but they tell me they don’t want to beContinue reading “You don’t have to be friends with everyone”

The life you’re watching online is not perfect, and it’s okay if yours is not

A toddler goes running through the room, a kindergartner close behind, if not passing her from room to room. Calls to cut it out fall upon tiny, deaf ears. An infant now awake and needing to be held. Laundry piling, baths to be given, meals to be made and eaten. Work. The baby’s crying again.Continue reading “The life you’re watching online is not perfect, and it’s okay if yours is not”