Baby Love

mom and baby

I want a baby. Not a third baby — and no, I don’t want your baby (nice try, though). I want my baby back. The boy or the girl, it doesn’t really matter at this point. Maybe both of them. Just not at the same time. For the past few months I have been going […]

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A Mother’s Best Asset

neck and necklacs

She steps into the exam room, staring at the chart the nurse shoved into her hands and is quickly trying to assess my medical history in the 5 steps between the door and the exam table. She looks up, squints at my forehead a wee bit too long, and then fixes her gaze just a […]

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Happy Birthday, 20

baby boy

I see his lips moving, but I don’t hear a word he’s saying. Instead, my attention is drawn to the stubble of a day-old beard that sprinkles his cheeks and chin. Caught by surprise yet again at this man who still inhabits my heart as a baby. My son just turned 20. And it’s cliche […]

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Brotherly love

brother and sister at beach

In the beginning, it was all about him. First-born, first grandchild, first nephew…his place in our extended family cemented by the simple fact that he was born. First. He was a wise old soul in a little-boy body. Adults loved to chat with him, listening to his volumes of memorized dinosaur facts or advice about […]

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A Milestone Love

The restaurant is crowded, unusually so for a Tuesday night. The waitress lets the specials roll off her tongue as she does on any other night, and we pretend to listen even though we’ve all chosen our main courses already. Table for four. While this happens with amazing regularity at home, we don’t often manage […]

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Someone Might Color Again

crayons on table

I can’t remember the very first box, although in hindsight I think simply the purchase of it must have made me giddy. Crayons. He’s old enough for crayons. In all of my enthusiasm for this super-exciting “next step” my son had graduated to, I am certain I purchased the 64-count box. And we would have talked […]

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The Hardest Gift

child's bicycle

I’ve seen her each morning this past week of summer. Little wisp of a girl on her brand-new big girl bicycle, shiny pink helmet guarding her head and a smile that won’t stop. Freedom. She tastes it — possibly for the very first time. She rides up and down our street each morning, past my […]

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