Time. To pack away the beach toys, wipe off the sand. Time. To pick the tomatoes, buy the mums. Time. To let go, of summer…
My fellow momma, I know our kids are doing the best they can in this moment. I know we are doing the best we can in this moment. I also know that our boys need our help.
When the nurse told me she saw boy “parts” on the ultrasound screen, a little part of me died. Not in a bad way. It was more of a realization that the old life, the only one I had known, was going to be be different, but this foreign life would be my new way of life.
I find myself worrying now, at the airport, if I should be more nervous. I have friends who wouldn’t let their 11-year-olds fly alone, and I start to wonder if they know something I don’t.
I loved how much my boys loved me, how they’d compete for my attention, or couldn’t go to bed without me.
My first night in my village, I was nervous. I would spend two years in this village of 200 people.
We learned a lot about what was going on in our children’s lives while doing chores with them around the yard.
My brain that is trying to tell my body to quiet every fight or flight impulse it is having right now because I can feel you breathing over my shoulder and I can hear you mumbling the words to the song you are listening to.
Men made me nervous. They were an unknown and a mystery to me in a way that I had no curiosity to discover.
Despite what a lot of people are going to tell you, love and sex aren’t necessarily entwined. They can be, and that is often the most fulfilling way to experience sex for a lot of people, but the key to healthy sexuality is being honest, open, and safe with your partner…and yourself.