It’s easy to forget to make the memories when you’re busy running ragged into the ground.
It’s easy to forget to make the memories when you’re busy running ragged into the ground.
In my head, I was forever 21 and reaching middle age just didn’t seem to fit with my persona.
The box is tossed in front of the front door, the bag is almost completely empty, and, mixed between the pieces, are squashed particles of cereal dust.
My son turns television watching into an all-out physical event.
The world outside may be cruel, but behind our front door, there’s no fear, judgment, or shame. There’s unconditional love.
It’s good to give your kids positive reinforcement, but also to remind them that the entire world isn’t standing in awe of them
I’ve lifted up heavy objects, taught her to ride a bike, and won more crane games than I can count. Most times I come through in the clutch when I know her eyes are watching.
I didn’t get mad at him for an impulse that he obviously couldn’t control in that moment. I wanted to. A voice in my head said, “Yo. Freak out.”
I’m starting to become the lame one in our dynamic. I know it. I’m not completely there yet, but give it time.
When his face lights up, it lifts my spirits in ways I never thought possible.
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