Posts Tagged ‘Family’
You would think that my coping skills would be better…
You would think that after 13 years, my coping skills would be better. And yet, here I am once again, just a few days shy of January 20th, the anniversary of our firstborn’s passing, quietly (or perhaps not so quietly) struggling to maintain the remaining shreds of my [Read More]
I am me…
I am… I am… A mother Gently pressing lips Against a little boy’s cheek As he dreams I am… Shy The quietest person In a room full of friends And yet I am… Helpful Because I want to be liked And not left out As I used to be I am… Apologetic Fearful of [Read More]
The Jackpot
As I watch you sleeping in the night Arms wrapped around your pillow, oh so tight Little fingers clutch a furry little toy Dispelling any daytime myths That you’re not a little boy And in the darkness, you beckon me to come A frightened little boy who wants his mum [Read More]
On Hearts and Little Boys
It’s hard to believe that July 8th marks 13 years since our first son was born. As I try not to think about the Bar Mitzvah we aren’t planning, my mind turns to my handsome seven-year-old. On a hot summer day two years ago (after giving it a great deal of [Read More]
Life is a Series of Choices
It was the hardest telephone call I’d ever had to make. “He’s gone,” I said quietly. “It’s over.” I could hear my father’s sharp intake of breath, followed by a choked sob. From my mother I heard nothing. Sitting on the narrow bed in our spartan hospital [Read More]
Mud Puddle Day
“Let’s go for a walk,” I said to the boy He replied with a scowl; turned back to his toys “And what if I promise you fun on the way?” “What if I told you it’s mud puddle day?” Curiosity piqued, he followed me out Still [Read More]
30 random facts about yours truly…
As an expat living in a country I love, I know that I will never feel 100% at home in either place and will always feel that I’m being tugged back and forth between them in so many ways. I was very shy and socially awkward as a kid, and had a difficult time making [Read More]
Memories of Grandma…
While rifling through some drawers in our guest room, I found the printout of what I wrote nearly 17 years ago, after receiving the news that my grandmother had passed away. I didn’t fly to the US for the funeral, and instead, wrote the essay below to be read aloud [Read More]
Bag of Dreams
I send you off to school today, my precious little boy Hand-in-hand we reach the gate – trepidation mixed with joy I hold you close and kiss your hair before I say goodbye And hope that you won’t see the tears that slowly fill my eyes I wish you well in school [Read More]
100 Reasons to Be Glad*…
Sometimes, life isn’t so great. You get bogged down in the negatives and lose sight of the good stuff – the stuff that makes you smile. And, while I’m not trying to minimize the negatives (and these days, there are more than a few, what with a friend being very sick, [Read More]
