One of my favorite sightings on our last family vacation to Disney World was an elderly couple on scooters. At first, I just heard them. Or should I say, I heard her. Beep! Beep! “Over here!” “To the left!” “Hurry up!”
Then I saw them, barely. The Mr. and Mrs. were scooting pretty fast. The Mrs. leading the way with the Mr. about ten feet behind, following orders with each turn. How did I know they were married you ask? By the Mickey and Minnie bride and groom ears they were proudly sporting.I’d already missed my opportunity to ask the bride, so I shouted at the groom, “How long have you been married?”
“55 years!” boomed the groom, proudly as he quickly got back in stride following command. Continue reading
“Mommy, you’re just a kid mom!”
This is what I hear from the mouth of my sweet and introverted, Moo, who is strapped in his carseat in the rear of the van.
“You’re just a kid mom. Dads and Grandmas work, but you are just a mom.”
Just a mom.
In his little four-year-old reality, that is the truth. Every morning his daddy is at work before he wakes up. His grandma leaves for work as he sucks down his Go-gurt and watches Paw Patrol in his jammies. And mommy… yep, she stays home. Continue reading
Or should I say, It’s Hard To Be A GOOD Dad.
We as moms get a lot of credit. When at the grocery store with all three of my kids, an elderly man or woman will often stare, smile, and say, “Good job, Mom!” At the doctor’s office with all my kids in the room, the doctor will offer, “You’re doing a great job, Mom!” When I tell people that I am a stay-at-home mom, people will always encourage, “That’s the hardest job there is.”
I agree. Being a mom is hard. It’s exhausting. It can be lonely and depleting. Sometimes I find myself having a pity party because I have nothing other than ‘Mom’ to define me. Even as a working mom, I struggled. The pressure of parenting always seems to fall on the shoulders of MOM.
But what about dads? Continue reading
Have you had “The Talk” yet? You know, the one about where babies come from? My boys are six and four. I didn’t think I’d have to have it so soon.
Since the birth of their sister a year ago, my boys are continually amazed that there is something other than wee-wee’s in the world. My youngest son, at three, thought he had it figured out. After helping his daddy change his baby sister’s diaper at just a week old, he came running downstairs exclaiming at the top of his lungs, “Girls don’t have wee-wee’s. They just have butts!” Perfect. He had it all figured out. Continue reading
He started at the bottom.
Moo, age 1. October 2011
My stubborn, fearless boy turned 4 today. In fact, today was his GOLDEN birthday. He didn’t really understand the symbolism, but he was one happy boy playing with his new toys, running around in his new Batman shirt, and eating his third piece of chocolate cake.
When my son was a baby, he was snuggly, sweet and quiet. We love to tell the story of his first birthday when his cousin stole his birthday present (a broom). As soon as his cousin took that broom out of his hand, our sweet and quiet boy screamed, loudly! We were all taken aback, and I remember my grandpa saying, “I didn’t know he made a noise!” Continue reading
*In honor of Black History month, I am going to highlight some of my favorite books. As my pastor says, “Black history is all our history!”
Earlier this winter, I finally saw the movie 42 that chronicles Jackie Robinson and his journey to play Major League Baseball. I am a sports person, a ‘jock’ if you will. Some people argue that the world puts too much emphasis on sport, and to an extent, I understand their argument. However, sports have the ability to transcend so much more than just a winner and a loser. Sports can empower and inspire, they can teach us about ourselves, and they can put into perspective what really matters in life. Continue reading
It’s true. I married a good one.
Here are 31 reasons why I know he’s pretty cool: