You are so brave and quiet, I forget you are suffering. –Ernest Hemingway I am melancholy. Just for a moment. When I ask you, how are you? You say you are fine. Any problems? No. The answers are soothing in a way but are sad. Because perhaps you don’t know how to say “I need help”. You are so brave. And I am worried about the future. I try to plan. Preparation soothes me. But…
Oh the achiness of change. In the season of growth, transition & life in general, I’m struggling to be happy now. And I am. There are so many moments, sometimes overwhelming, that trip us up. I’m learning to be humble, to stretch a bit in capacity, with my roots grounded. It is a tireless work to provide. A mother’s nurturing is endless. I see now my mother’s own ability to love freely, generously. My child…
A poor turn of events has led our little family in sickville. Baby is slightly feverish. This is not ideal timing for his first birthday & party. Gotta rest up! He is doing so laying across my torso. Thanksgiving was a hoot! We had such a good time, drinking a bit & eating so much. I proudly was the last one at the table finishing off the green beans myself. I proposed to my family…
Poor babe had a fever last night. Ain’t nobody happy when baby is sick. Luckily, team Mom & Dad are well equipped & expertly dosed him with infant Tylenol (which he mostly spit out). This morning, he’s running warm but not in fever territory. I spied a little upper tooth wanting to make an appearance! Both a horray & a little sadness over his (wonderful) inevitable growth. You were all smiles earlier before we…
PC: ST Last night I had the delectable experience of eating frozen cheesecake. Turns out, I really, really like this. I like how the richness of the cheesecake is intensified with chucks of icy, creamy goodness. I eat it layer by layer, until it’s all gone. In other news, praying for Paris. Unimaginable: the plight terror brings. Praying for families, praying for recovery, praying for unity.
The kid is sick. I’m on the upswing & he got the hot, hot heat. A fever (non-musical). Ain’t nobody happy when the baby is sick. A Sunday night fever of 101, fussiness & infant Tylenol it is. I think it’s the nervous new parent in me to overly worry & fuss over his, well, fussiness. Saw a comic of how parents react to a baby: “Help him, he sneezed!” Later, as a toddler, a…
The day before yesterday was a hard day. It was Popo’s three year death anniversary. I felt a strange aura. We visited Popo & brought baby to meet his great grandmother. We let her know that he is a silly, happy, healthy little boy. She smiled upon us. It was also HB’s uncle’s funeral yesterday. May his soul rest in paradise evermore. Amid exciting news for our other loved ones, I think of Popo often…
They weren’t kidding when they said it takes a village. Baby is throwing us another curve ball. Two little emerging bottom teeth are threatening their appearance & it has made him a drooly, crazed wee one. He is darling through this. But he has also developed hobbies such as biting & hair pulling. He certainly does not fight clean. I am pooling resources, taking helpful family’s assistance when available & cherishing the sisterhood of motherhood.…