If you're a parent of children who are old enough to communicate, chances are you've said this phrase to them more times than you can count. Falls, scrapes, scratches, bumps, bruises, bug bites... sometimes our kids complain so much that we become immune to it. It's a parenthood survival coping mechanism, I think. It doesn't … Continue reading Oh, You’re FINE
Motherhood
Ode to a Carpooling Mom
Gas pedal, brake pedal gas pedal, brake pedal indiscriminate rattling metal rattle metal No time for a mechanic Breathe in. Breathe out. No time for panic. Don't. Panic. Just keep driving driving and praying driving and saying Just Get Me There. Up the driveway down the driveway maybe the highway maybe the service way Pick … Continue reading Ode to a Carpooling Mom
There Is…
There is a song that plays on the radio, "Upside Down" by Jack Johnson, as we begin a long drive home. There are tears that I'm trying to keep, unsuccessfully, from leaking out of my eyes. There is a scratchy Dunkin Donuts napkin I use to wipe them away. There are memories tied to this … Continue reading There Is…
If You Give a Mom a Cookie
If you give a Mom a cookie, she'll probably stand at the counter to eat it, with her back to her children so they don't see her eating a cookie right before dinner time. As she stands at the counter, she'll see a pile of crumbs. She'll sweep them into her hand and … Continue reading If You Give a Mom a Cookie
I am a Mom
I am a Mom. I am a Situation Assessor and a Situation Handler. I am the Chaser of Nightmares and the Monster Vanquisher I am the Maker of Magic Potions Sprinkler of Pixie Dust The Spider Catcher I am a Keeper of Secrets and a Finder of Things I am the Mood-Gauge and the Tone-Setter … Continue reading I am a Mom
The Job
You never think this time is going to come. You start this parenting journey and it seems so long and tiring at first. It's all sleepless nights and endless laundry and constant washing and feeding and worrying. Well, the worrying never stops, anyway. You think, if I can just get a full night's sleep, I'll … Continue reading The Job
Been There, Done That
I've just produced photographic evidence that Youngest Son wore the same shirt- the exact same turquoise Under Armor polo shirt- for three consecutive school pictures. (Since our elementary school has a spring photo session as a fundraiser, he wore it for one spring, one fall, and then the following spring.) Damn picture day always catches … Continue reading Been There, Done That
All Wrapped Up
I've learned a lot about being a parent in the almost 17 years I've been one. I've learned to fill a cup only half full for anyone under the age of six because they're most likely going to spill it. And not to let anyone of same … Continue reading All Wrapped Up
My Three Words
For the end of 8th grade, Middle Daughter's class was given an assignment called "My 3 Words." The kids made mini posters and they were each videotaped holding their posters with friends. It was made into a slide show/movie for everyone to watch during the promotion ceremony on the last day of school. My … Continue reading My Three Words
Gretchen L. Mulroy 