I forget, to my son, childhood is not a thought, a passing chain of worries, or stages of changing forms – it is Everything he has been, Everything he is. It is Who he will Be.  

But for now, your eyes are magical. They only see beauty, and they see it in everyone. It’s the most beautiful thing about you.

Theoretically, a gift with so many parts and pieces should have been a hit.

Not so long ago I agonized over whether I could do these things, not just be a mom, but to be a good mom, at all hours of the day and night and no matter what the situation required from me.

Why can’t he relax and have fun? What’s so great about me, anyway?

Sometimes I wish I had been warned that motherhood is the ultimate exercise in letting go.

It’s another one of those parenting moments. The ones where I have to choose which Mommy I’m going to be.

Who says we can't take a 2-year-old and a 7-month-old out to dinner?

You have a toddler, don't you? I can tell by the slightly crazed, exhausted look in your eyes.

You'll always know, dear, how much I love you. Because I'll tell you every day.