Now he's a guy who watches cooking shows and posts pictures of food he makes with his daughter. Nothing stays the same, and that's a good thing, but still I remember this one wacky day in the grocery store with my son.
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“You look like the Unabomber.”
My son, the one my husband brought back from Nicaragua twenty-six years ago, the one who was all head and bloated stomach, with toothpick legs and arms, and a cry that was soft and mewing like a sleeping kitten dreaming, looked at me sideways from behind his blue hoodie, his untrimmed beard the only part of his head truly visible, and smiled at me. 516 more words
The disproportionality of the motherhood experience just smacks me in the face sometimes.
We all start pretty much equal, right? We’re young women in our twenties, we get connected to someone, maybe get married, feel suddenly completely impelled to have children, impelled as if our entire lives have been directed to that single purpose. 722 more words
This mothering business - it's not all buttercups and roses.
It can be years, many years, a decade or more, and a person can still miss her dog.
My dog, Jak, my big, beautiful, thick, smiling Jak. 742 more words
Reposting today in honor of the 12 Samoyed puppies rescued by the Wisconsin Humane Society and my husband who, I know, is in secret negotiations with somebody to bring us a third dog.