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Category: motherhood
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The Intoxication of Independence
Sometimes I could get drunk on my freedom. It’s heady stuff, and just like alcohol, if you get enough of it it makes you giddy. I get in my car, and think “I could drive… anywhere.” I could. I don’t, but that’s a choice I make. I don’t have to carry my papers with me…
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The Privilege of Motherhood
The Little Man rolled out of bed and hit the ground talking this morning. “Would you buy me cookie dough mix?” “Why?” “So I can make cookies.” “Why not from scratch?” “I don’t think you want me making cookies from scratch.” “Yes, I do. Why do you need cookies? Did you commit to making cookies…
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The Mantle of Motherhood
Since the inception of this blog, I’ve talked about my kids, parenting, and all the thrills and chills that involves. Which is only logical since this blog in it’s earliest form was a Mommy blog, started before facebook was a thing, to tell my far-flung family what was going on with these new little people and…
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Induction of a Voter
The Ginja Ninja turned eighteen this summer, so today she cast a ballot for the very first time. She was super excited about it, and I was very proud of her enthusiasm. After I picked her and the Junior Mad Scientist up from college, we went to vote. There was a small line – just…
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Blind Nobility
A good friend posed a question on social media recently on behalf of a young person. My friend and I are about the same age, and the youngster is about the age of our children. She asked roughly: ‘would it be a good idea for this person to stop their school and get a second…
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Equality and Fairness
I have a beautiful son. I also have three wonderful daughters, but my advice to them was encapsulated in a different post. Sparked by recent events, I wanted to write down some mother-love for my boy. It’s a dangerous world out there. There are heroes, and villains, and all sorts of in-betweens, some of whom…
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Mom’s Taxi Service
In years to come, when I look back on this era in my life, I might possibly miss it. Possibly. That’s a bit of a stretch at the moment, while I seem to be perpetually tired, hungry, and exasperated. Then again, I didn’t think I’d miss having wee ones who didn’t sleep through the night…
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Analysis Paralysis
Today the Junior Mad Scientist went to college. Just to take her placement tests, now, but this does mean in a few short weeks I’ll have three kids in college. (eeeeeek!) She has been prepping for this for a month, now, but this morning I gave her a little pep talk as we drove to…
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MoT
My baby turned thirteen yesterday. My Eldest will be 20 in January. Four children in a span of 6 1/2 years, is it any wonder I still can’t wrap my head around how big they have gotten? I spent half a lifetime, it seemed, with babies in diapers, or toddlers, but now they are taller…
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Consequence Parenting
The Little Man couldn’t find his favorite sweatjacket this morning. It turned him into the Tasmanian Devil. He was running around the house pulling out drawers, rifling through closets, and yelling back at his sister that he did put it on the coatrack where it was supposed to be. It’s a mystery. I suspect he’ll…
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Mother Moth
I’ve written rather a lot over the years about biology and the human condition. We are driven by our endocrine system to some extent, we are shaped not only by nurture, but the nature of how our parents and grands and great-grands and so on lived – more and more we realize just how much…
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Stressball
You know what I mean – when there is so much that needs to be done, and such tight deadlines, that you feel your guts knot up into a giant stressball. You can’t sleep, you forget to eat until it’s so bad you’re weaving on your feet. You can’t focus, because your thoughts are racing in…