Do you know that meme that circles back around from time to time about how you know you are now an adult when you get excited about having a new kitchen sponge?
Yeah, that one! And hey, who doesn’t love a new sponge!
Do you know that tired, worn-out sponge that you chuck when the still blue new one takes its place?
I’m an old kitchen sponge.
Stay with me here, folks. While my pores are sometimes visible and there are mornings I probably smell like a ripe old dish cleaning device…I am just that, a sponge.
TO MY CHILDREN: 10 RULES TO LIVE BY
1. Always hold the door for the person behind you. Man or woman, you’ll make them remember the faith in humanity they used to have.
2. Be kind. Use your manners, offer a warm smile and a helping hand. People will always remember this about you.
3. Stick up for yourself. Know your worth. If someone tries to take advantage of you, open your mouth. Be your own biggest champion, always.
4. Remember that people change. You will change, but so will those around you. …
The unabashed truth from a Postpartum Mom
I think it started sometime even before this photo was taken. The anxiety I know started when I found out he was breech and would be born via a planned c-section in a middle of a snowstorm, only to be told that the cord had been wrapped twice around his little neck upon the doctor pulling him out of my body. Nobody spoke the words that we all thought, but I thought them over and over in my head, “he could’ve died.”
I puked on the operating table. While some of my friends…
Today was hard, friends.
Like, really, really, really hard.
I know, I know. I need to pick myself up by my bootstraps and keep on keepin’ on…
Trust me, I know.
Yet, on days like this, when I’m at my wit's end and just wanting to get in my car and run away forever, I still am so grateful. I am.
These boys of mine are my whole world. …
He makes potatoes just like my dad.
Everything right down to the cut-up onions and added rosemary, just like my dad did growing up. I used to love getting off the bus at 4:00 and see them sitting on the stove with some chicken nuggets and green beans because he knew we’d be hungry teenagers before mom got home on the days he was off from his job as a State Corrections Officer in New York’s toughest prison.
He rubs his back just like my dad.
I watch my oldest son and then baby bro as they climb up into…
There is a part of my heart that I don’t talk about all the time. A tiny little part that I always picture as tucked away deep inside of my chest, never really wanting to see the light of day. Within the confines of that space, I keep something equally beautiful and ugly.
The ugly part contains some of the worst pain I’ve ever endured — the kind of pain people can’t explain. Wrapped inside the ugly are the memories of what could have been. There are negatives of images that will forever be burned into my mind — blood…
I got into an argument once with a woman from Long Island. She tried to tell me that the many college-aged students that come to my region of New York to attend college are what keeps northern New York’s economy afloat. You see, I have to laugh at people like her — entitled, elitist, know-it-alls that think there is nothing outside of the confines of New York City. Like I told this woman, let me tell you something about my part of New York State. First of all, when I say upstate, I don’t mean Albany. I mean the Adirondacks…
You might have Postpartum Depression?
Oh, okay, well here’s a piece of paper that tells you about all the symptoms you know you already have.
You need a prescription?
Okay, I’ll write you one! Here is a general antidepressant that I write for every single mother that comes through here that has any symptoms of PPD/PPA. I don’t prescribe anything else because I am not a mental health specialist, but I know that your co-pay to such a place is $40 a pop. So, here’s your RX, let’s hope that it can help you out!
You want counseling, too?
“Mommy, why do you have hummingbirds on your back?” my 4 year-old son asks me as I change my tee shirt.
I think long and hard before answering, but also acknowledging that I knew he would eventually ask this question. He asks all of the questions, why should this be any different? Right?
But, it is different.
“Well, Mommy got these two hummingbirds tattooed on my back for your brother and sister in Heaven,” I reply, waiting for the additional questions to come.
When he looks up at me, I can almost see his mind rolling over the words that…
I’m a storyteller.
Besides loving on my children and cuddling up to a good movie with my husband, there is nothing else in this world that I love more than writing. Part of story telling is listening. Writers are known for having strong opinions, being able to add words where necessary and summarizing something with ease.
I have always loved both fiction and nonfiction in equal amounts. Both writing and reading provide people the chance to both learn from another human’s experience, to create a world others can escape to or to offer insight into a topic you want to…
Freelancer from ADK, NY. Mom of 2 boys. Special needs parent. Old married lady. Miscarriage survivor. Crazy cat lady. Check: Today Parents, SPM & Scary Mommy.