Month: May 2013

pinwheels of life

I had this dream the other night that I couldn’t get the car parked. This is not as far removed from reality as one might hope. But then my car with its zero turn radius morphed into my stroller with its magical turn radius and I parked it nicely,calling to the boys in their carseats that we had to wait here blocking some stranger’s driveway until daddy came to meet us. This made perfect sense in the dream of course, as did []

this week’s babblings: volume one

I haven’t scrubbed my kitchen floor since the last time a visit from out of town family was scheduled. This either means I have family visit a lot or that my floor doesn’t get scrubbed very often. You decide. Thane is unimpressed with Daddy’s facial hair that grew from a well trimmed goatee before Talron came home to a full mountain man beard during paternity leave. The oldest used to just rub Daddy’s cheeks and implore/command “shave, shave?!” Once he gave up on []

a question of realness: confessions of a second mom on my second mother’s day

I look at him and know: I am his real mother. And so is she. Both of us real, whole, complete, and needing each other. Because life didn’t weave a story where he has one, it wove a story where he would have both of us. One of us would give him life, a heritage, a history.  And the other would raise him.  The whole idea of “meant to be” is a confusing one for me. Was I meant to be his []