It’s been awhile since I devoted time to my blog. Because life. Because kids. Because it’s always easier to not do than it is to do.
But on this rainy morning, I found myself missing it. Missing the connection it provides me with when I do invest the time and energy to put myself and my words out into the world. And missing the resulting comfort of knowing I am not alone in my messiness. My ‘spinny-ness’ (new word, y’all). Continue reading
I’ve been a member of a club for almost a decade now. There have been some drawbacks to membership, but all things considered, I’ve really enjoyed being part of it; there have been a lot of really good times. In fact, some of the best times of my life so far have been spent as a member.
In a couple of days, however, I will be permanently removed from the club’s membership list. Deleted. Forever. This has been difficult for me to accept. I’ve protested and pleaded. I’ve ugly-cried. But there was no reasoning with the club’s administration. My time as a member? Over. Continue reading
Here in Canada, we’re known for a few things.
Hockey, maple syrup, Ryan Gosling, saying sorry a lot…just to name a few, eh?
Mmhmm. You. are. welcome.
We’re also known for our public health care system. It’s pretty impressive. This isn’t going to be a post about it, but it’s where today’s musings got started.
In my lovely province, when a woman goes home after having a baby, she receives a follow-up call from a nurse. The goal is to ensure that both Baby and Mama are doing well and adapting to their new circumstances. I got my call on Monday of this week, and something the nurse said got me thinking. Continue reading
8 days ago, I was writing a letter to my postpartum self.
Today, I have a 7-day old little girl. Our pink buddha. Our fraggle. I can’t stop inhaling her. I can’t get enough of her little squeaks, her tiny toes. She sneezes and the roof lifts and she farts like a trucker. We are smitten.
So…my little pickle’s birth story… Continue reading
Dear Formidable You,
In little more than 36 hours from now, you will be holding your daughter for the first time! Continue reading
…if your Baby Mama is on the brink of giving birth or has recently sprung your offspring from her loins.
You see, no matter how well your partner has coped with pregnancy, the entire game changes once Baby arrives. Your life could be at risk. This is a life line, my friend. Take it. Continue reading
I think it’s safe to say that no one makes it through life without encountering some conflict along the way. Relationships of all kinds – personal, professional, parental – have their trying moments. It’s how we deal with these moments that defines our character and determines how well we’ll sleep at night.
People are emotional – and
sometimes often times, irrational beings. When others don’t see situations through the same lens as we do, conflict can result. Trust me, I know – I’m an elementary school teacher. Continue reading