Category: Love, Me (Open Letters)

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Can We Stop With Evening Activities Already??

Dear World, Can we all just agree that evening activities are AWFUL? I get it, my kid likes basketball…. I get it, my kid is good at gymnastics. I get it… Being on a team shapes a person and builds skills that they otherwise wouldn’t have.¬†Yadda, yadda, yadda. I still think it’s RIDICULOUS that we spend our nights carting kids around, doing kid swaps if you’re lucky enough to not fly solo, high-fiving family members court side while grabbing half your team to shuttle to the next destination, stuffing our faces with what we try to pass as “dinner” so...

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“Do bad guys live in caves?”

Dear M, From the backseat this morning, you innocently asked a question that has me stumped. Straight from¬†the mouth of your 4-year old innocence, and from the depths of your kind soul, you cautiously asked, “Mommy, do bad guys live in caves or in houses?” My initial response wavered somewhere around starting a legend where YES, bad guys only lived in caves. Deep, dark, locked caves below the surface of the earth where their improper thoughts and impure plans never came to fruition because they weren’t able to physically be near you. As a mom to tiny people, do I...

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When Did You Stop Holding My Hand?

Dear B, Today while walking you out to the bus, a wave of nostalgia ran over me. It dawned on me that we weren’t holding hands. You were walking by yourself. Independently of me. Almost as if you didn’t need me. Yes, yes, you are 7 years old. You certainly don’t NEED me to hold your hand. You know the path, you know the route, you’re steady on your feet. But you held my hand long after these things were in tact as a toddler. Ya know that organic happening where we are walking next to each other and your...

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Dear Kids, On This Election Day…

To my three beautiful children, Today is the day. After weeks of slander from both parties, this yuck-filled election season that has spewed hatred and divided friendships and families comes to a close. Less junk mail will fill our mailbox. The knocks on our door where Mommy has to go out and answer questions and defend her believes will cease. Endless debates will hopefully give way to talk of activities and get-togethers and happiness. No matter the outcome that is announced tonight, today is the start of a new presidency, a fresh heart and mind in the white house, and...

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An Open Letter to the Mom Who Invites My Son {With Anxiety} To A Birthday Party…

Dear “Birthday Child’s Grown-Up,” First and foremost, thank you for inviting my son to your child’s birthday party. When an envelope arrives in the mail addressed to my son, I know it could only mean one thing. He is too young to receive his own bills and too “new to the this world” to be inundated with junk mail. Although I know that someone is inviting my son to a birthday party, my son is filled with curiosity and wonder each and every time. As the corner of the envelope peels back to reveal a Pokemon character, or the postcard...

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Dear Fall,

Dear Fall, As a teacher, you are always met with such a mix of emotions. You make me say goodbye to a summer of blessed opportunity to spend time with my three kiddos. You are a new beginning, a fresh start, and a reunion of family that I have missed over the past few months. You smell sweet, you feel breezy, you clothe us with warm sweaters and tall boots, you taste like pumpkin spice lattes and warmed hot chocolate, you look brown and earthy yet beautiful and majestic. How can one season come with such a mix of emotions?...

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Today was the first day I didn’t crave a newborn

Every single day of the last 9 years, I have longed for a newborn. A precious, squishy, sweet smelling, gurgling little bundle of joy and innocence and heaven on earth. My principal knows me as the teacher who sees babies and moans, “MY UTERUS ACHES FOR ANOTHER!!!” The first time he heard me utter these words in the staff lounge undoubtedly made him blush… Now if he is standing nearby at a baby sighting, he actually says it FOR me! After some struggle, my husband and I finally met our perfect baby boy 7 years ago. He brought his momma...

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10 Beautiful Things in My Life

“What the world needs now… Is love, sweet love. It’s the only thing that there’s just too little of…” Thank you, Dionne Warwick for these beautiful lyrics and for reminding us that something as simple as love can make all the difference in the world. Today, more than ever, our world needs to be reminded that LOVE is needed. That kindness matters. That each and every one of us can make a difference in the lives of those around us, those we know and those we don’t. It can also make a difference in our own lives. Thanks to the...

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