I love to sing opera. *Whew* I said it. My biggest dream growing up was to travel around the nation as a famous opera singer. I started taking voice lessons when I was 14 and fell in love with the skill of voice training. Singing in French, Italian, Latin, and occasionally Spanish was thrilling to […]
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Day 865: The cunning toddler is a master manipulator. She refuses to interact with her mother, and instead only cooperates with her father. Perhaps because the father allows greater latitude with snacking before breakfast. Mother relieved to not spend the morning wrestling toddler.
You’re three-feet-something and I set you up on our kitchen counter. We dance together while the music fills our home. I cherish these moments, since you are my kid who can keep a rhythm. You genuinely seem to love music and that makes my mama heart so happy. As you stand up on that counter, […]
Before you balk, my mom has cheated death more times than I can count. She knows this. Everyone who knows her knows this. I joke with her all the time that I’ll be putting this or that in her eulogy. She laughs and adds to the list. So, don’t worry. I’m not killing my mom […]
This April, my mom would have been 58. I can imagine her complaining about being another year older, but all the while, loving her time with her children and grandchildren. I had a wonderful mom. She had a difficult childhood, but used that experience as fuel to make my brother’s and my childhood exceptional. She […]
I’ve learned that I don’t have to consume everything that’s put in front of me. I get to choose what I read and listen to. But more importantly, I get the opportunity to make the time to learn more about how to do this work that I’ve chosen, and how to do it well.
I’ve learned that it means I gave up one title for a dozen others, but anything that’s worth having requires work. I am blessed with the opportunity to be at home with my children, and watch them grow up.
When we are so busy raising our little people and dealing with the ups and downs that they throw at us, sometimes our brains seem to disappear. I know you feel me, here. It begins with pregnancy (yes, scientists have proven that your brain actually shrinks during pregnancy). But this disorder continues on for years. […]