1, 2, 3… My Kids and Me

I’m above average.  Instead of having 2.5 children, I’ve gone the extra mile and had a whole 3.  When my first daughter was born, and I was given the sparkly new name of “Mom,” I found out how ridiculously difficult being a parent is.  It’s the hardest job I’ve ever done… and I’ve been a waitress!  But this mom gig is so much more fun than waitressing and the pay of love and kisses is worth much more than any $2.00 tip. « Continue reading »

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When You Lose Your Way as a Parent

Like coal miners, parents plunge deep into dark and untrammeled spaces, searching for nuggets of goodness and truth along the way. And sometimes, like coalminers, we get lost. We hit a dead end. And the canary chirping happily in it’s swinging cage, goes silent.

This summer, I lost my way as a parent. Between moving and leading a top-to-bottom renovation of our new apartment, between writing grant applications and taking care of legal issues related to my nonprofit, I took a few wrong turns, caught up in the To Do’s and Didn’t Do’s scratched onto my notepad. Thankfully I have not one, but two canaries on my shoulders. When they stopped tweeting, I knew it was time to pause and reevaluate. « Continue reading »

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Today, I Married My Son

It was a sweet and simple ceremony.

Perhaps it was the beauty of the day with its cool pre-summer breeze and sunny afternoon , but most likely it was the picking of the pretty yellow flowers in the backyard that prompted the sudden proposal. “Mom, let’s get married,” he said holding the big bunch of yellow beauties. A few days before, I had noticed the shock of yellow in the corner of our backyard that we refer to as “the swamp”. I knew it was some kind of weed, but I had no idea the magnitude of it until I was right up on it. It grew high and had coiled, thick, purplish vines with the sweetest little yellow flowers with orange centers. I had asked Riley about coming with me to cut the flowers and he happily agreed. We grabbed a scissors from the kitchen and meandered our way to the swamp avoiding doggy land mines to reach the mammoth weed. He didn’t know, nor did he care what it was, he was just as enamored with the yellow flowers as I was. And, I suppose, that is was prompted his desire to wed. So, there it was, actually the third proposal of my life (but that’s another whole story!) and I thought, do I decline? « Continue reading »

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While Like A Giant, Proud And Happy

Tonight I am up late… remembering.  I love the power of memory as it intertwines with emotion to form a temporary reality.  In quiet solitude, this gift of memory allows me to sit for awhile with my mother who passed away many years ago.  It gives me glimpses into moments I will forever cherish and allows me to relive past experiences that define the meanings of my life.  Tonight an open window in my mind has taken me back to a very special place where I learned a new meaning to the word “love”… « Continue reading »

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Just Beachy

I sat with the sand between my toes last week, watching my kids tumble in a pile across the beach on a lazy vacation day.  It was the first time in years that I can remember being able to read my own book while they played amongst themselves, happily.  My eyes wandered a lot, to them, and their growing, tumbling, sand-covered bodies, fearlessly conquering the waves of the Atlantic. « Continue reading »

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Mean Mom in Awe

My mom passed away two months ago. I have not been the same since. Not just because I lost her, but because of what I learned about my two college age sons.

The first thing they each said when I told them of her aggressive cancer diagnosis was, “How soon can I go see her”, halfway across the country. Neither had the time or money and neither gave it a second thought. They spent an entire weekend devoted to creating last memories with her, building a snowman in her front yard as she watched from inside with her oxygen and cane until she couldn’t contain herself anymore and ran out in socks to have a picture taken with them and the now famous snowman. They baked Christmas cookies and threw pieces of dough at each other until she joined in laughing. When they had to say their final good-byes, both were incredibly strong. « Continue reading »

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Things I’ve Learned as a Young Mother

Things I’ve Learned As A Young Mother

Sound effects are a useful tool in motivating young children to do what you want them to do. Ive learned All body actions can have a coordinating sound effect and that sometimes when your finally around grown up’s the occasional sound effect may come out.

Sponge Bob promotes creepy laughter in small children. « Continue reading »

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New Family on the Fourth of July

We just got married June 27th. Took the kids and went to Alabama home. We have also only dated for 3 months. I came with 3 kids and he did also. So 5 boys and one girl ages 4-17. It is a great life! Kids do great together and connect well. We went to a local high school to watch fire works. They had bounce houses and games. The best part of the night was snow cones. Each child had a different color. Unknown to us, it stained your lips the color of your cone. We had red, blue, green, purple, yellow, pink and black lips.

The fire works went off at sunset. Our youngest child was scared of them. I set him on my lap explained how far away they were and told him I would protect him. He sat up, looked me in the eyes and said, “I know that” and then took my hands to hold his ears. He had a blast and has now become more of my shadow LOL. After fire works we went to the parking lot and sat for almost one hour to get out. We talked about our favorite ones. How loud and what was different this year from the past. His children had not seen them this close up in the past. They said they liked how we walked around, laughed and how silly we were when there was music. How we made more noise then anyone and each child replayed who said what LOL. It is never dull in our home!

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A Tale of Two Dogs

When our daughter was going on eight years old, she asked me to help her write a sonnet about her dogs.  We sat together and I asked her a few questions.  Soon we realized the sonnet said exactly what Laura wanted to say!

A Tale of Two Dogs

I have two dogs I love with all my might.
The smartest dogs that you have ever seen.
One dog is black, the other is pure white.
To one another, they are never mean.

Whenever I come home my dogs are there.
In circles they begin to run around.
Two fluffy tails a’waggin in the air,
as if a long-lost friend had just been found

Though one dog is the color of the snow
and one dog is as black as he can be
they love each other very much and know
their color doesn’t mean a thing to me.

Some people have not learned all dogs are smart.
Color doesn’t matter in a dog’s heart.

A sonnet by: Laura Jean Bird – Age 7 1/2

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A Grandchild’s Request

Our grandson, age seven, had recently attended a birthday party at a local pizzaria that attracted kids with their video games. 

I was caring for my grandson when he asked if he could go back to the pizzaria, which just happened to be across the street.

I told him in order to do that, he would need supervision.

His response was, “But Grandma, our school nurse told me I have 20-20 vision!”

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