Tag Archives: mama

Never Give Up Working With Your Hands

“You look more youthful.” The words hit me with surprise. 

Here I was, gripping a beast of a camera, one on loan from a good friend. I wanted to cry with the pain its weight brought to my arthritic fingers and wrists. But instead, I beamed with happiness. A youthful sort of happiness, as my husband pointed out. Continue reading

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I Hate You, Weaning

I hate you, weaning. I never meant to meet you. Yet here you are. Making my child scream like he’s dying. Making my heart cringe like it’s dying too.

He wants his mama. But that’s not all, he wants mama’s milk. Just the way he always has. I have to teach him that mama can’t offer milk anymore. Mama is starting a new treatment next month and it just wouldn’t be safe. Continue reading

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On Being Sick and Parenting

It’s Friday.

I’m at home, sitting on a couch that is half full of clean laundry. Diaper laundry to be specific, with the occasional pair of pants and sock thrown in the mix. Instead of folding it, I kick my feet up on the pile of diapers, as if they are one with the couch cushion. My baby is napping in the other room and I could think of a million things to do with my time other than folding laundry. Continue reading

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All the Difference {My Resurrection Sunday Miracle}

One year has made all the difference. Between death and life, between sorrow and joy. Between questions and answers, between unknowns and knowns. Between doubts and hopes, between anticipation and relief.

I lost my firstborn on March 20, 2011 through a late miscarriage. After a second miscarriage and what seemed like a million years, I now know what’s it’s like to see a break of light within the storm. Continue reading

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