Originally written for Huffington Post Today, I was a mom — and that was enough. Today, nothing was checked off my “to-do” list. We stayed in pajamas and let the kitchen linger with dirty dishes.
We played in this room, and in that room. We played in the front yard, and in the backyard. We didn’t race around on errands and play dates. I didn’t prepare a nice dinner. We didn’t go to a mommy and me class, a museum, a park, or a playdate. I abandoned the battle of chasing my to
Originally posted on Huffington Post Motherhood days are stretched out and slow moving. They are sudden and fleeting. They are a series of tiny disasters mixed in with growth, belly laughs, tantrums, exploration, interruptions, snot, whining, and squeaky chatter. It is a season, and it is forever shifting. It’s food ground so deeply into the floors that you begin to think it’s just part of the wood grain. It’s bottles, binkies, diapers, cribs — and then it’s not.