Tag: motherhood
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Motherhood
Reflecting on being a mother, these last 23 years, as Mother’s Day passed quietly yesterday. It’s far too much to unpack at in one sitting, those two decades-plus, and I have other things pressing on my time and attention. Which is, I suppose, a summary of motherhood in itself. It’s a constant war for my…
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Mae Ploy
It’s funny, the little things that parenting entails. I was talking to the Little Man the other day, about when he really was my little man. “I used to make airplane noises to get you to eat.” I told him. “Really?” He’s sitting next to me in the car, and out of the corner of…
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Honest to Pete
I’m alive. I think. Anyway, it feels like it. The pulled back muscle is starting to ease up. Which makes sitting at the desk easier, but I’ve been inundated with stuff to do… Did I mention we are homeschooling the Little Man for his sophmore year? Yes. That’s… an adventure. He’s enthusiastic about it,…
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Pupalcopalypse
This weekend the Ginja Ninja and I were over at the Little House, which I had been using as an office, and we are now renovating for her to live in. The deal is that she had to get her driver’s licence and a car before she moved out, and we’re very close to…
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Life is Pain, Princess, Eat Cake
I seem to keep coming back to the fatalist’s view of the world, and rejecting it. I had a conversation with a friend at work the other day, where she informed me that early on, her teachers taught her that life sucks, and then you die. You can’t win, she told me. Only the one…
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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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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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Love is… Motherhood
I am a mother, four times over, so I can speak to the ways that love forms my relationship with my children, and how I’ve parented over the years. I’m not a father, hence the title. Some of these things may resonate with fathers, but men are different than women (quelle suprise!) so fatherhood is,…
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He’s Average Height… For a Boy
My blog readers know I have a son, who goes by the Little Man around here. He’s 11 1/2 now, and he’s all boy. I’m not saying that to say anything other than he’s a boy. It’s not that my girls don’t make fart and burp jokes, they do. They just aren’t… well, this morning…
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The Long, Slow, Treadmill of Time
There was frost on the fields, and my windshield, today. I wasn’t expecting it. I knew it was supposed to get very chilly, and the house was cool (we haven’t yet turned on the furnace), but I didn’t see the frost warning. It doesn’t really matter, other than the extra few minutes clearing the car…
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At the junction of Science and Motherhood
One of life’s little joys – and there are many such joys in my life, even the small, strange ones I can’t explain – is talking to my children about what I’m doing, and learning. I anticipate that continuing even when I’m not actively in classes. Learning doesn’t end when school does. Which is why…
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Blast from the Past: Intimacy for a Lifetime
This is at least two years old, the young lady who worried me so is now more than sixteen years of age. I still love her. I expect I always will. Pregnancy is possibly the most intimate encounter you can have with another person short of sexual relations. And even those aren’t always a metaphysical…