In which my son turns 7 and I count tears in my bottle
[I blogged this post a year ago, when Cameron turned 6. Tweaked here for today – because tomorrow he’ll be 7.] Our Cam, he makes me laugh so much – the way he puts on accents and speaks fluent Minion. But when he gave his first cry in that C-section theatre at 05h19 on 7 […]
Poems for parents and other superheroes
[I’m taking a blog break at the sea. Thought I’d re-share these parenting poems – mostly from the desperate, wondrous baby years when I wrote a lot of poetry. To marvel, and to survive.] Overwhelmed at 3:00 am These are the secret hours of the night When neighbourhoods are dark and sleepy and safe, mostly. […]
In which I bury a goldfish and some disappointment OR: Fling the net wide
Scott bends over the bowl – happy – unaware – and I see it. Dazzling orange flick and swish has turned to sad bloat and float. Oops. The truth hurts but his hope floats just like this dead fish and he asks buoyant – expectant – ‘But Mom do fish come alive again?’ I give […]
For all the parents who have never been parents OR: Just Keep Swimming
I totally get it. You’ve had kids for a while but you’re still swimming in new waters. You’ve never been to today. Never swum this far. And tomorrow? You’ll have to swim a little further. Like, it’s his school swimming gala and our Cam is six years, nine months and fifteen days old and I’ve […]
