I like mustard. My son likes mustard. When my parents drove to town to take my oldest son to celebrate his belated birthday, they told him to pick his favorite place to eat. We arrived at his favorite sandwich shop …
Tired Arms
My arms are so tired. I’ve hit a wall, and it’s a solid brick one that’s 4 feet wide and 70 feet high. I figured being a mom would be tiring. I counted on some sleepless nights and foggy mornings. …
Quiet Sacred Moment
The baby had just been born, the sounds of the animals huddled in the stable are the backdrop to the quiet cooing of the child. Mary and Joseph in wonder. They feel both terrified and in awe. They live, for …
When His Promises Are Plenty Good Enough for Our Disappointment
My sweet girl. Sat on the sidewalk and wept. The ground supported her weight but not her disappointment. Some friends, a little older, had left her behind. As they rode away on their bikes, she labored to keep pace on …
Never Question Your Mom-Tuition
The word of the day is yurt. It doesn’t quite roll off the tongue as much as it slingshots through the mouth. Webster’s Dictionary defines yurt as: “a circular domed tent of skins or felt stretched over a collapsible lattice …
The Legacy of a Mail-Order Bride
My father worked as a busboy at a noodle shop in San Francisco, Chinatown. My mother was a mail-order bride, whose marriage was arranged by a “mei-ren,” a Chinese matchmaker. At 17 years old, she flew from Hong Kong and …
Love Times Two
“Every pregnancy is different,” so I’ve heard, and have now experienced. When pregnant with my first baby, everything was new and exciting, curious and magical – and also terrifying. Now, 38 weeks into my second pregnancy, I sure don’t remember being …
Surrounded by a Great Cloud of Witnesses in Target
As any mother knows, when your husband is traveling, and all your planning and creative strategies and Amazon Prime-ing have fallen through, you have to do the thing you are always trying to avoid at all costs: You have to …
Truly You: The Work of Being Your True Self
Secure attachment is the holy grail of child development and most moms are preprogrammed to pour themselves out so their kids can attain it. Little ones drink us in deeply, and then when ready, they concentrate their energies beyond our …
The Way She Mothered Me
My mom always smelled faintly of Rapture perfume and Suave hairspray. When I close my eyes and try to conjure what it felt like for my five-year-old self to hug her, I can feel the soft knit of a worn-in …
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