Here’s to You, Mom & Dad
I could not let today pass without raising a glass to my late parents. Today would’ve been their 55th anniversary.
Here’s to you, Mom & Dad! Miss you like hell.
Missing Meg’s
Didn’t make my usual coffee haunt today. For those of you fortunate enough to live in Rockford, you’re most likely familiar with one or all locations of Meg’s Daily Grind. Best coffee in these here parts. I’ll be back tomorrow. Mega latte with skim, please.
Teens 2 Mom 0
There are days when being a mom sucks. Period.
In retrospect, I was a victim of the Parenting Propaganda Conspiracy. Johnson’s, La Leche, Baby Gap and, yes, even T. Berry Brazelton, M.D.
Oh sure. They were there then. Wooing my biological clock with visions of freshly powdered bottoms, magical bonding, cutely coordinated outfits and the calm, reassuring voice of What Every Baby Knows on Lifetime, television for women. Seducing my psyche with Infants & Mothers; Toddlers & Parents and the killer On Becoming a Family: The Growth of Attachment.
But where are they now?
The last freshly powdered bottom in this house involved Dr. Sholl’s and the sole of a foot. The only magical bonding that occurs is the occasional encounter between Jack Daniels and me. Any cutely coordinated outfits are not allowed to be seen in public. There was some growth of attachment here the other day. But that happened in the vegetable crisper of the fridge.
Having abandoned hope of seeing Dr. Braz’ should-have-been-written sequels, I’ve taken it upon myself to preach the word.
What Every Teenager Thinks She Knows; This is Your Brain & This is Your Brain on Teenagers and On Rethinking Parenting: A Guide for Informed Consent
Can I have an Amen?
Food for Spirit
My beautiful sixteen year old daughter awakened me about 4 a.m. today, crying that she felt sick.
She didn’t disappoint. Flu bug complete with fever.
The delicate balance of the mother-daughter dance surrendered to instinct. I held her. She allowed me to hold her. I stroked her brow. She welcomed my touch. I cuddled her until she fell asleep. She relaxed in my arms.
I’m soaking it in. For these few precious hours, I’m mommy again. God, it feels good.
