We’re itching in our britches to leave school behind and get out into summer. Into the long summer afternoons when the days stretch into night and watermelon drips down our elbows. Tie up loose ends at school and get ready, it’s coming.
Summer growing season is upon us! No more tasteless tomatoes in the grocery store! For the next few months, fruits and vegetables will beckon you with their fragrance, hinting at the bright flavors and sweetness just under the skin.
Last fall, as my belly grew, so did my anxiety about raising a child. How will I learn what to do fast enough to apply it to my child? And then, as she grows, so will the things I’ll need to know. Sisyphus has nothing on parenting!
My friend and I recently had an exciting adventure: the Korean spa in the suburbs of Chicago. Sharing a parking lot with the other local attraction, the mega Korean supermarket, was this beige warehouse that, save for the concrete lions flanking the entrance, gave no hint of the amazing world inside.
We’re remembering all the fallen soldiers this Memorial Day. It’s also a nice time to relax with friends and family and maybe some encased meats. Holidays in general make me pause and take stock – of my life, of time, of my world.
My daughter is only five months old, but warnings to savor this time come uninvited from both friends and strangers. “They’ll be off to college in a blink.” “The longest shortest time.” I get the ‘longest’ part. In the middle of the night when she wakes up for another straight hour on the hour, those afternoons when we’re circling the block again to not wake her.
I read an article yesterday about how just the act of worrying makes people miserable. Great! Now I can add the effect of worrying to my list of worries!
If you asked me a year ago if I was a worrier, I would have said no. Definitively no. I know that I can’t predict or avoid the pitfalls, and there will be pitfalls, so I don’t (usually) spend time on them before I have to.
If you’re horrified that your child is tasting their way through the world, rest assured that someone else’s child has already been there.
Do I detect notes of goat, onion, and cumin in your armpit?
Escape from it all for Memorial Day! ('All’ but people; expect them to be everywhere!)
Locating to that new country will be hard on your kids.
Mommying is constant. There’s no way around it. Even when you’re not actively with your kids, you’re thinking about them, worrying about them, planning for them… you get it, you’re living it!
We have to be whole to be able to give to others
Last week was Screen-Free Week. I didn’t notice because my eyes were on the prize: Mother’s Day, the best day of all.
Now that the mommy merriment has simmered down, I’m catching up on other things discussed in Internetland, which (paradoxically) included Screen-Free Week.
Parents are forced to think about screens from the start. There are clear reasons to turn off screens.
I have hippy tendencies that bob to the surface but are usually whack-a-moled by my competing love of convenience. Communal living tiny houses (now with movement status), minimal personal hygiene (this one gets tempered pretty quickly by The Spouse and lingering looks from strangers), and a macrobiotic diet have all been suppressed for now. more