On poetry: A pantoum, to start (fancy name for a formula of repeating lines. I just learned how to do it…not sure I’m doing it correctly…): “Belanger Boys” Dylan thinks Oscar is mocking him when he repeats his sentences. He might be. Oscar knows how to push Dylan’s buttons. “Ok, Belanger Boys, let’s go!” … Continue reading A Series of Musings…On Mothering
We are a comfortable family of four, and we plan to stay that way. However, that does not change the fact that I want another baby. At least, my body thinks I do. Sometimes, I feel my body asking for a dozen more babies – craving them, the way it craves a glass of wine … Continue reading Baby Fever
I ran into a friend at the Y this morning who joked that my blog post from yesterday left him wondering where Josh was during the chaos of my morning with my toddlers. And I realized, with a sinking heart, that my frenzied portrait of yesterday’s “day in the life of motherhood” may not have … Continue reading Lest you think I mother alone…
Can I just take a minute for an unearned pity party? Wait a second – to whom am I asking permission? This is a mommy blog, right? Readership is voluntary. Therefore, permission granted. Because, I mothered hard today, it’s only 1pm, and I just need to vent. It started early: when I entered their bedroom … Continue reading Unearned Pity Party
The first time we went camping this summer only Josh and Dylan spent the night in the tent; at the end of the evening, I drove Oscar and the dogs 20 minutes back home from the local campground. It was mid-May, still cold at night, and Dylan was stoked to wear his headlamp and sit … Continue reading Happy Campers
I’m thinking about the Nebraska mama who lost her two-year-old baby in a freak accident at Disney World. I’m thinking about the mama of one of our recently graduated seniors, who lost her 18-year-old baby in the Temperance River nine days ago. I’m thinking about all the mamas of the Orlando victims who lost their … Continue reading There Are No Words (and yet, I ramble on for 1600 or so…)
“Human lives are hard, even those of health and privilege, and don’t make much sense. This is the message of the Book of Job: Any snappy explanation of suffering you come up with will be horseshit.” ~Anne Lamott, “Help Thanks Wow: Three Essential Prayers” I went on this trip to “get woke,” as the … Continue reading Humanize. Accompany. Complicate.