How wonderful to share the highs and lows, the losses and joys with someone whom you grew up with, someone whose known you all your life and with whom you have a shares history because you grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same schools, knew the same people growing up, and even speaks the same dialect that you do!
The smell of a newborn, so intoxicating for a mother. There is nothing else like it in the whole wide world. Every baby is a new experience, and every kiss feels like the first time.
The Velveteen Rabbit is a beautiful tale that must be read by children and adults, especially those among us who are on the verge of empty-nesting or are already there. The mid-life years, the phase in between creating a nest and emptying it is like a transition period from becoming parents to becoming real. You love until it hurts, you remain strong because you have children who depend on you, and so you cannot break.
So we're almost 51. We looked forward to 50 with bated breath, with the excitement of a child looking forward to Christmas but 51 seems so much quieter. I suppose because for you 50 was like the magic bullet. You survived, you made it past 49, you outlived one parent. That was such a… Continue reading Day 4 — A Love Letter (to yourself)
My parents were unconventional in the sense that there were no gender stereotypes. Mom only knew how to cook one thing -- pork chops; but my dad could whip up a mean meal from scratch. His mother was a goddess in the kitchen, and having been her sidekick from the age of ten, he… Continue reading Day 3 — Your parents