Oh, man, you guys. My heart yesterday broke into a million, squamillion, gajillion pieces. It was the second to last day of Kindergarten for my baby girl, and so she came off the bus with a paper bag full of her journey through her first year in school. In the space of ten months, she …
{Editor’s Note: A couple of years ago, I was offered the opportunity to write a piece on mothering with a disability for a major publication, but I froze and couldn’t write it. For a long time, I struggled to understand why I couldn’t write about myself as a deaf parent and I’ve settled on this …
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{The winner has been announced. See the Rafflecopter widget below for results. Thanks to everyone who entered!} A lot changes between Baby #1 and Baby #3. As a new mother, I had high expectations of myself. I had big plans for my first foray into motherhood. I “retired” from teaching and became a pregnant housewife, …
I am the mother of a three year old. A very THREE three year old. Two wasn’t so bad and Stella is a pretty sweet kid as far as kids go but man oh man, three has been kicking my tush. The temper, the impatience, the whining…you get it. I know you parents out there …
It’s a month today since I became a mother of three. A mother of three. Just typing that makes my eyes well up. Can I chalk it up to hormones? Because, honestly, I don’t know why I’m teary about it. Going from a mother of none to a mother of one was definitely special. Going …
Alice worked on this flip for a long time, taking quite a few spills in the process. I love how proud she is when she finally sticks it! As soon as I saw these pencils, I knew I needed to have them. This baby is 3 now. In a big way. It’s kind of kicking …
I hate it when my mom friends are hard on themselves for being human. I had an epiphany the other day, in a comment that I left on a friend’s blog: It’s hard sometimes to be the “parent you want to be,” because that doesn’t always jibe with who you really are, as a person. …
I have a very small, loose network of people I know, parenting with some kind of disability. This is not on purpose. It reflects the general pattern of my life– I am a deaf person, living in a hearing world. I do not sign, I did not go to a deaf school (except for one …
Do you ever read something and say to yourself, “Shit. That’s what I was trying to say”? Remember my last blog post, which I wrote for From Left to Write, about The Expats? If you recall, I wrote: A recurring theme in this season of my life, the season of small children and endless keeping …