She is four years old and utterly, heartbreakingly lovely. With beautiful, shoulder-length, curly, auburn hair and a sweet, round little head that closely mirrors that of her Mom and her Grandma, she always makes me want to gather her up and hold her forever. It has been so very long since I held my own little ones and sometimes, my arms – and my heart – ache with the recollection of my own babies’ sleepy, heavy warmth. Continue reading “Little Girl”
When I was a little girl, one of my favourite parts of the week was when Eddie Martineau would drive by our house. Continue reading “Remembering Eddie”
When my kids were little, I used to have to label all the clothing they wore to daycare. Continue reading “Clothing Labels and Parenthood”
When my children were in elementary school, they had a great many wonderful teachers whom I still think of fondly. Continue reading ““Mom, Don’t You DARE…””
Every single person occasionally feels overwhelmed, and those of us who suffer from anxiety feel that way a good deal of the time. Continue reading “On Being Overwhelmed (Feeling ‘Little’)”
A Son is a son till he takes him a wife,
A daughter’s a daughter all of her life.
Continue reading “A Son is a Son Till…”