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motherhood
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motherhood
In defense of helicopter parenting
08.14.10 | Permalink | 2 CommentsThis morning I sent Avery off to church day camp on her bike, and then worried whether she had made it. Our church is a block away, I can see the steeple from my kitchen window. Avery is nine, she as been to the church back and forth by herself before, and still I worried. [...]
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motherhood
How I came to terms with motherhood
05.21.10 | Permalink | 17 Comments(today) (right this moment) (for now, anyway). Since becoming a mother nine and a half years ago, I’ve been a working mom, a living-overseas mom, a going-to-school-and-working-a-bit mom, and a stay-at-home mom. It was funner and more-easily-rewarding to be any of those things than a stay-at-home mom. When I railed against “motherhood” in my not-finer [...]
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motherhood
Burdened
05.10.10 | Permalink | 3 CommentsI gave up some of my angst about Mother’s Day this year, by thinking more as a woman with a nice mother than as a mother myself and my own motherhood issues. That sounds sanctimonious, as if I was thinking of others and forgetting myself, which isn’t what I mean, more that I entertained neither [...]
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Being Mormon, motherhood
but . . . well, he’s married to a feminist
04.17.10 | Permalink | 15 CommentsYesterday I drove Tom to the airport for a short business trip. Eight hours later I hadn’t heard from him, and I couldn’t get him on the phone or email or IM. (Maybe I should’ve tried Twitter.) Susan and Spot and I had taken a long, late afternoon nap, so we dawdled through leftovers and [...]
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Spot, Susan, motherhood, writing
Belly Shots
04.14.10 | Permalink | 8 CommentsI don’t believe that writing and motherhood should be incompatible, in fact usually I am adamant that writing makes me a better mother, because it is how I examine motherhood (my life, at this point), and because in the examining I see both the ineffable divinity in every day and the humor (or at least [...]
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motherhood
I promise this isn’t becoming a dream journal. Stay with me, this one actually makes sense
02.28.10 | Permalink | 9 CommentsI went to bed at 8 p.m. last night, and fell asleep immediately. I woke up a couple times to pee, and the second time, I reminded myself that I need to wake up early to prepare my little thing about sacrifice to share in Sunday School (we’re on Abraham and Isaac this week). And [...]
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daughters, motherhood
Innocent
02.25.10 | Permalink | 20 CommentsLast Sunday we waited in the foyer after church. Spot danced around me, describing the people from the next congregation, who were leaving the chapel in ones and twos for the bathroom, a drink, a tithing envelope. “That’s a man with a mustache” she chanted (quietly). “That’s a boy with a vest.” “That’s a big [...]
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