“The hardest part of parenting is catching barf in your hands.”
My dad told me this at some point in the year before Judah was born. My mother agreed. Parenting was easy.
I thought back to these words many times in the first few months of being a momma. And they made me so freaking angry. Parenting was NOT easy. No it was not. If Judah was an appliance, I would have (more…)
I am a wife. It’s still a strange feeling when my husband asks, “Have you met my wife?”
It still feels a little like I’m acting a part in a play. But not like in high school when I was cast as the ingenue. Now, I have a juicy role, one I can really chop down on. I’m Kate of Kate Hall. I’m Beatrice. I’m queen of this stage.
I’m all those things. But I’m also so utterly human. (more…)
A YouTube video changed my life. One little video, a video lasting less than six minutes completely altered the way I look at the world – so much so that I believe it’s the reason I am married right now.
I have shared it with more friends than I can count. I have ended so many chats with, “There’s this video you should watch…” And so many friends have then told me that it was gold, it was just what they needed to hear, that they went on to share it with others.
Back before I got knocked up, I’d sometimes feel a little reserved about expressing how much I wanted children when in mixed company. With all the pressure our elder generations have placed on us, the subject of kids has become a loaded one. When you tell people you hope to have a family someday, you don’t always get the most supportive or positive response. My peers are pushing back against expectations with force.
But every so often you get the wildcard response, (more…)
When I was a kid, every time our family adopted a puppy my mother would create the same set up: a small bed and blanket with a heating pad and ticking clock tucked underneath. She said the clock would remind the puppy of his mother’s heartbeat and sooth him. I’d think of him searching for his mama during the night only to find a clock as a substitute for her heartbeat and wonder if that would suffice. I’d wonder when he would stop searching for the comfort of her beating heart, if ever.