Watching your children grow up is one of motherhood’s strangest contradictions: you delight in who they are becoming while grieving each version of them that quietly disappears. One bedtime reading of The Giving Tree brought that truth home to this mother—and made her reconsider where she wanted her time, attention
This post was written by Amanda Hervey. Be sure to visit her new blog, Amanda In Real Life, for her latest adventures. Kids, since you’re both sound asleep, let me whisper a little secret to you: I have no idea what I’m doing. I see how you could be confused.
My five-year-old, Ada, is a sensitive, creative girl. She spends most of her time in the loft area we converted to an art room. I try to keep all sorts of random supplies out within her reach because she likes to tinker and make but more than anything, she likes
It’s 5 AM and I’m wide awake. Being a Golden Girls fan, I think of this as the Cheesecake Hour; that point when you wake up in darkness and you have to snack the worry away. I don’t have any cheesecake. Instead I have a horrible barking cough and a
