There are certain special moments that young parents experience with their young children. There are first words, rolling over for the first time, first steps, and first days at school. There are so many milestones packed into only a handful of years that if you’re not careful you can get an almost historical whiplash that leaves you wondering where time went. One summer day when I was relishing the joy of being a stay at home mom to my 3-year-old and 1 year old daughters, a
The next morning after our shopping experience, I laid her brand new dress on her bed, I choose shoes from her closet that would most appropriately complete the ensemble, I laid out a ribbon for her hair and said six words…”Shannon, it’s time to get dressed!” I stood by her bed picturing her “oohs and ahhs” over getting to finally wear the outfit she had just the day before chosen. As she walked into the room, she smiled at me and then headed toward her bed to get dressed.
I think it should be noted in the official transcript of life that “I don’t know what I’m doing!” It’s funny that the older I get the more I questions my next move, the more I analyze my timing and the more I pray and pray and pray about the next decision that I will make. It’s not that I’m incapable of implementing a solution or lack the will-power and tenacity to move forward, it’s just that I don’t know what I’m doing. Life moves very, very fast. I feel like I went from
I was a stay at home mom for many years. The exact number I cannot recall because every day seemed to blur by with the same Sesame Street songs and me wearing the same sweatshirt. I was a great mom. I auditioned for the role of “mom” throughout many years of babysitting, and when I finally got the part, I put aside any career aspirations, and dove head first into being supermom. With my cape fully in place, I was wholly engaged and on the job. There were routines, and e
I’m preparing for a weekend away with the girls. Not a weekend away with my girlfriends, but a weekend away with my teenage daughters. I wish at some point in my life someone would have pulled me aside and talked to me about what it would be like to have girls. I know that people know what it’s like. All I have to do is tell people that I have two teenage girls and they look at me with equal amounts of shock and horror, and sometimes they even put their hand on my arm and
When I was a little girl I used to lie on my bed with my cousin, who was more like my sister, and we would day dream out loud about what our lives would be like. We were very progressive 8 year olds in the 1980’s so our dreams consisted of not caving to the traditional confines of the stay at home mom, and we would work hard toward some sort of fabulous job such as… secretary or teacher. And always in the dream there was the moment of meeting the perfect man. Well the perfect
Some of you may argue that the award for “Phenomenal Cell Phone Mom” is like winning Celebrity Apprentice. At the end of the day, you’re still sub par. That very well could be true. Five years ago I was the kind of mom that made Claire Huxtable jealous. I was packing lunches, volunteering in classrooms, settling disagreements with my girls like a UN Negotiator, properly brainwashing them with my morals, running the PTA, doing laundry, cleaning the house, leaping buildings