"Mom, who won the Civil War? Did we win?" my 9-year-old daughter asked me the other day, grabbing a Capri Sun from the fridge. Hold that flimsy straw while I unpack: #1. "We" in her question = the South, because me and my husband and my kids are so Southern. Generations Southern. And white. #2. Yes, she … Continue reading To my Southern, white, smart, opinionated girl
As far as I know, there are two ends of the spectrum with in-laws: The Unicorn — that miraculous relationship where a woman and her in-laws are seamlessly co-annexed into each other’s family; everyone just hugs all the time — and The Opposite — the entertaining-to-hear-but-not-live-out drama; the reason no one said “Huh? I don’t get it” when a … Continue reading Your mother-in-law wants you to read this
"What's that thing on your arm?" Heaven bless the child who asks me this, for they have unknowingly just stepped into a fully-formed crash lecture on diabetes from the lady who talks a whole lot more than they expected. "I am SO glad you asked! It's an insulin pump. Let me tell you: your body has … Continue reading The easiest unofficial crash-course on Type-1 Diabetes EVER
Kid(s) + inspiration = kidinspo. A couple of times last week my kids SERIOUSLY inspired me by just doing their regular kid-life stuff. But since I'm their mom, naturally I didn't just let it go: I took pictures, overthought it, and put it on the internet to share with you. So, here's some kidinspo for … Continue reading Kidinspo
As usual, I've been mom-ing all over the place these days. Your basic best-attempt-at- raising-good-humans stuff. But as you may (or may not) know from my last similarly-named post, sometimes the lesson reverberates back to me and strikes me as a decent application for myself and likewise the rest of humanity. So, in conclusion: me … Continue reading More mom quotes for all y’all
"He didn't want to try it because he might mess up." My son's speech therapist started the lowdown on his moody cooperation yesterday, but I already knew exactly what she meant. It runs in the family. It's how his sister wouldn't attempt to cartwheel, or tie her shoes, or ride a bike, because she couldn't automatically … Continue reading Flailing
Please don't take it personally, van, that I traded you in.