The incessancy of child rearing is rarely spoken about, along with the utter lack of clarity of mind when spending a full day parenting, moving from one task to the next all day long.
We introduced a new tradition last year, Mother’s Day Eve. I asked my mom to co-host it with me and we made it an adult mother-daughter affair
I've lived many caricatures in this lifetime, and through them all… he loved me.
I discovered that if my husband came home perseverating about work issues or was overwhelmed with stress, if I offered to read to him, he would almost jump at the opportunity.
Sadly, I have become a slave to technology, never wandering too far from my phone or computer, lest I miss out on something fabulous happening somewhere in the stratosphere.
What are tenets you hold true about happily ever after?
It is with much sadness and grief that I write this letter. Your dad and I have made the decision that we will be happier people living apart rather than living together—and we believe that this will be better for the two of you.
If you’re worried about the future, please don’t. Believe that your best years are ahead of you. Because there are those of us who find you all the more appealing for the battles you’ve won and lost.
Two short years ago, my girls sat at the kitchen table, listening as one half of their soul talked about unhappiness. He shared words about always being there, said they were loved and they would always know this. Many assurances ripped through my being as each began with 'we decided,''we will' and 'we think it is for the best.' My ability to be resilient crumbled as their tears fell, their dreams dashed, their lives inexplicably broken.