Here We Go Again … A Return to Writing

croscus.revised.jpgIt’s been awhile since I wrote anything.  In fact, for five months, I have been quite content to abandon writing. Suddenly, though, I find myself missing it. 

I miss the routine, the sense of accomplishment, and the frustration. I miss the challenge of piecing together the precise words that adequately express the amazement and wonder I experience every day with my two children. 

And, that, I suppose is the root of my writing rut. Both of my chidlren are in school this year, one in first grade and the other in half-day kindergarten, and life is completely different now. They aren’t with me all of the time, our days are more structured, and we are all a little more rushed. This change felt so sudden after a summer of adventuring and spending so much time together as a family that I didn’t quite know what to do about it. So, I stopped writing.

My children, meanwhile, have become even more independent and are learning crazy things like how to read and what the term “mathematical equation” means. No doubt, they LOVE school. They love their teachers, they love their classmates, they love learning. And, truthfully, they love their independence.

Oh, this growing up is hard. I feel more than ever that time is moving so very quickly, and I can’t slow it down.

In the past few months I have justified my absence of writing by believing: my house will be cleaner, I will have more time to exercise, and I will be more present with my children with the shorter amount of time I have with them.

None of these are true. I still can’t keep my house clean. I gained back some weight over the winter, and although I may spend more time with my kids, I often find myself simply thinking about what is next for us …. What time is soccer practice? Did I pack my son’s lunch already? When are parent-teacher conferences?  

When I am writing, I tend to think in a different way. Each small moment from an outing holds new meaning …

As we walk through our yard, my daughter gasps in excitement when she spies the first crocus of the year. I feel words start to unfurl inside of me.  She tells me, “It’s a clue, Mom! First, it is sunny. Now, we see a flower. SPRING IS ALMOST HERE!” Her excitement is contagious, and instead of focusing on all of the yardwork that we must do before spring arrives, I instead focus on this exact moment. Tendrils of an idea stretch toward the surface, pushing their way through the mundane list of chores and errands that occupy my mind. These tendrils are anxious to surface and bloom on a page.  

This moment cannot be forgotten, so I will write it down.

Dieting With Kids

scalerevisedLast year, I committed to losing weight and being healthier. This is something I have done on and off for most of my adult life. This time, however, it seems to have stuck. I’m down 25 pounds and have been able to maintain that loss through the holiday season and winter, where apparently all I really wanted to do was eat heaping mounds of buttery mashed potatoes and bake cookies. Lots and lots of cookies!Read More »

Lessons from Kindergarten

booksNext week, I register my little girl for kindergarten! I can’t believe it. My son currently attends kindergarten, so I’ve been thinking a lot about what the year will hold for her … and me.

One of my favorite things about this year has been watching my son learn to read. We are currently in the early stages, but it really is quite magical watching it all come together. Read More »

Thoughts During My Son’s Bloody Nose

nixonparkrevisedAll was calm in the house.  The kids were watching television, and I was trying to do some writing when I heard a yelp, a cry of distress, and then a “Mommmmmmaaaaaa!”

I jumped up and ran out of the office to see my son running toward me with blood gushing out of his nose. Before he reached me, he held his hand to his nose to check and see if it was still bleeding and then flapped his hands in horror when he saw blood. Of course, this sent blood flying all over the downstairs carpet.Read More »

The Brown Egg


Last Saturday, my children ran around with some neighborhood children they know from the bus stop.  While exploring their backyard, my kids were delighted to see they had a chicken coop.

After meeting the chickens, one of the boys gave my daughter a brown egg to take home. She beamed and held out her hand carefully to accept the fragile gift.Read More »

Hot Chocolate Party for One: Conversations with My Son about School

hotchocolate.jpgMy son tells me very little about how he spends his half-day of kindergarten. However, once in a while, a clue to his day slips out at an unexpected time, and I immediately pounce:

Son: Do you see my face? (He proudly points to a brown smudge around his mouth and smiles slyly.) Do you think it’s dirt?

Me: Hmmm? Maybe …Read More »