12 years ago…

Twelve years.

Then — 2006

That seems like yesterday and a lifetime ago all at the same time. We worked together. We were friends, but more like acquaintances. I didn’t know anything about you. I didn’t know your favorite color. I didn’t know your favorite foods, that you liked football, or that you put your friends and family above all else.

As fate would have it, we were put in a situation that gave us the opportunity to talk, to learn, to grow, and to fall in love. That was twelve years ago this month.  Continue reading “12 years ago…”

Transitions are bittersweet.

When we found out we were pregnant with J, like any “new” mom, I started thinking about how we were going to decorate his nursery. I have never been one to follow trends, liking to pave my own way and push my own creativity. After much discussion, Husband and I settled on decorating J’s room with The Giving Tree and another Shel Silverstein poem. With that in mind, we reached out to my mom for help. One weekend, she painted, and his room was officially ready for his arrival.

As J has grown, so has his room. Although the same physical space, the crib made way for a twin, the board books and stuffed animals were replaced with learning-to-read books and well, still stuffed animals, and the amount of Legos strewn throughout his shelves, the floor, and every surface definitely hints that where a baby once lay, a boy now resides.  Continue reading “Transitions are bittersweet.”

Heavy conversations.

I don’t know about your kids, but my kids sometimes just blurt out things to start a discussion. They have no qualms about the day or the time….like first thing in the morning on a Saturday, or while cleaning up from dinner, to right before I say my goodnights to them.

A few weeks ago, J, who is always an early riser, started his Saturday conversation with me about a boy in his class, John.* Now, I’ve heard about John before, and a lot of other of the kids in his classroom. I first heard about John closer to the beginning of the school year and that John likes “girl” things. I asked J to clarify and was informed that John prefers dolls, princesses, and pink things. I said, “ok, that’s cool. We are all free to like what we like.” I’ve also very quickly corrected him when I’ve heard him saying that he and some of the other friends were laughing because of what John likes…I always try to spin it to remind him how he would feel if he was laughed at because of what he likes. Continue reading “Heavy conversations.”