Motherhood in May / Part 5 In true Reshma McClintock form, I am finishing up the Motherhood in May series in JUNE. This is real life and, in my world, it looks like good intentions, sometimes poor delivery and late arrival, profound joy, immense frustration, a heap of clothes on the bed, Play-Doh in the carpet, and 7,000 … Continue reading THIS is Motherhood.
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Mom Fail, For the Win…
Motherhood in May / Part 4 I'm a big fan of many mom blogs; the really good ones that make me laugh, cry, and remind me of the solidarity of motherhood. I often get the overwhelming sense the writer has taken up space in my own head, organized my thoughts, and jotted them down in a more hilarious manner. I love when someone … Continue reading Mom Fail, For the Win…
I Long for Both of Mine…
Motherhood in May / Part 3 As I've thrown myself into writing my book, I've shared less and less about adoption here. I kind of hate that even though it is a necessity as I am determined to manage my book content and keep it fresh. (for all previous posts on adoption, click here) Today, however, I have a few … Continue reading I Long for Both of Mine…
Beets & Basil.
Motherhood in May / Part 2 Odd as it may seem, for me, most days begin with a seemingly obvious reminder that my mom is gone and has been for more than 7 months. I still attempt to call her several times a week and often find myself surprised by the program from her funeral gracing my refrigerator. As … Continue reading Beets & Basil.
How to be a Bad Mom, Part 2 | Blue is the New Orange
Motherhood in May / Part 1 The Motherhood in May series meets the How to be a Bad Mom series. In the early days of teaching Rubina her colors we would play the "color game" and one day, this transpired: Me: What color are your boots? R: Yellow! What color is the box? R: Blue! What color is … Continue reading How to be a Bad Mom, Part 2 | Blue is the New Orange
Motherhood.
In May I will focus solely on the topic of motherhood in a series titled, Motherhood in May. The anticipation of my first Mother's Day without my mom, has my emotions in a hurricane-esque fury. I find myself anticipating the weight of her absence caving in on me on a day in which I have more reasons than … Continue reading Motherhood.
