Something shifted over the past few weeks. The world started waking up from it’s unexpected midwinter’s nap. Slowly stretching, pressing snooze, stretching some more. With trepidation we started to reengage. We have slowly started living after our unimaginable, unprecedented, forced break from life. It is safe to say we are all a little shaken. We are not the same.
We are so collectively distracted by getting and going, and having, and showing that we are not present enough to witness each other as we are learning, and loving, and growing.
Dear Stephen Jr. Every month Everyday, Infinity Oh My little man! You are such a unique soul. WeContinue reading “A Love Letter to My Oldest Son”
When we were young there was no internet.
This change alone has redefined everything.
At some point in May, I kept the boys home from school. Just because I wanted to spend the day with them. The alarm went off at 5:15 as per my new norm. I quickly reached over and turned it right off. My warm, cozy, sleeping boys were the bookends holding me in bed. I feltContinue reading “Come On Down!!!”
I want to remember their little raspy voices and the way they mispronounce words “awdonge” “renember” I want to remember cheek hugs and the soft melding of our faces while dancing around to “The Ants are Marching”, the love we share reaching down to the deepest part of my soul during these dances around ourContinue reading “I Want To Remember….”
Sometimes getting what we want is the scariest thing in the world, especially if we still doubt that we are worthy of deserving of it. After becoming a mother all I could dream of was moving from my home and my life in New York back to my home in Massachusetts with my family, myContinue reading “🌟Go for it!🌟 You are worth it! 🌟You deserve it!!🌟”
In my 40 young years I have loved often and without hesitation. Sadly, I have also lost parts of my inner tribe. You know the people who collectively form your world? There are usually only a few. I have been blessed with 7. My parents, my brother, my Abby, my husband, and my two sons.Continue reading “Good Grief!”
I had to make a choice for them that didn’t match the footprint of my soul. It wasn’t really a choice at all, that’s just what we do for our children. Their needs become all that matters.