The Way of the Earth

My purpose for this blog is tell stories. Most of them are the tales of mamahood splashed with the colors of real life, but I also enjoy writing a little fiction now and again. May I share some with you once in a while? It is a baby skill that I hope to nurture and grow into something more substantial one day.

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Eucharisteo: The Art of Thankfulness #201-220

Eucharisteo: to be grateful, to feel thankful, to give thanks

I don’t know about you, but most days, I don’t feel all that thankful. Sometimes I simply don’t want to feel thankful. 

So I write them down.

And count them one by one.

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Act 1, Scene 2

The change is subtle, yet always shocking.

One moment, he’s a baby, crawling and squawking for milk. A perfect picture of dependence. It was only a few days ago that I gave birth to him, right?

Then one unexpected day, a step is taken. A precarious, hesitant, definitive step. And from that moment on, the little back seems straighter, stout legs grow firmer. The curtain falls on the infant, and rises to reveal the little boy in the next scene. Continue reading “Act 1, Scene 2”

I Want A Perfect Life (and other lies I tell myself as I hide in the bathroom from my kids…)

My four year old spilled milk on the floor….for the third time today.

And if you even think about spouting the phrase “Don’t cry over spilled milk”, I swear I will go full southern mama on you! (it’s the only time I say “ya’ll”)

Because, come on, really the only person who deserves the right to cry over spilled milk is the mom of small children (or maybe a milk maid who carried several gallons’ worth up hill…. in three feet of snow… at night…) Continue reading “I Want A Perfect Life (and other lies I tell myself as I hide in the bathroom from my kids…)”

The Curse of “And” (or Motherhood Rant #836,283)

It’s been one of those days.

Or weeks.

You know the ones I’m talking about. The days when motherhood feels just so. Dang. Heavy. Weeks when you are overwhelmed by both the scribbled lists of tasks, and the empty lines that lie beneath them.

Pressure to check off the boxes, AND pressure to add more boxes. Continue reading “The Curse of “And” (or Motherhood Rant #836,283)”

A Letter To My Sons

My precious boys,

There are countless things that I wish to tell you, to teach you, before you are grown men. I know that day will arrive sooner than I feel today. Today you are all so small, full of innocent passions and ideas, giggling smiles and grubby hands.  Continue reading “A Letter To My Sons”

A Tale of Birth

I find birth stories to be breathtakingly beautiful-a window into one of the life changing moments of a family. So this is one of ours. It was very different from my other births, and found it difficult to write. But I did. It may be raw, unexpected, and a trifle long….but it’s ours. Part of our family history now. And I would like to share this small window with you.  Continue reading “A Tale of Birth”