The Nights Are Long; But The Years Are Short

The nights are long. When you’re finally home, hospital bracelet still on your wrist, and your sweet infant girl cries all night. When you try everything you know to soothe her and nothing seems to work, and eventually the tears of joy you expected become tears of exhaustion and frustration. The nights are long. When …

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Soon There Will Be A Last Time

I held you today and slow danced in that faded, yellow rocker back and forth, back and forth.  Your head on my shoulder, your long legs curled up so you can still fit.  You drifted to sleep, your steady breathing its own sweet lullaby—for my soul rather than yours. This time with you is coming …

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Dear Younger Me:

It’s hard to believe that I’m sitting here staring 40 in the eye.  I never thought this day would arrive so soon, but here I am.  As I sit here contemplating this turn of another year, I’ve begun to wonder what I’d tell my younger self if I had the opportunity.  Here are a few …

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Please Help Me To Be Nice

A few nights ago, lying beside the crib in a darkened room, I said prayers with our youngest.  When I was finished, his voice spoken softly said, “Mama, I wish I could say my prayers myself.”  A little surprised I said, “…of course baby, you can talk to God anytime.”  Honestly, I wasn’t really expecting …

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An Invitation

“Sit with me Mama,” my little boy said.  He was sitting at the breakfast table having a snack and watching me hustle around the room straightening, cleaning, and just trying in general to catch up. (A lofty goal I never seem to reach.)  “I’m coming baby, let me just finish these dishes first,” I replied.  I …

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