Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Aylan

Every once in awhile, when life starts to feel a little too melodramatic, the universe chucks a giant meteor into my atmosphere. It comes at me with such velocity that it shakes me to the core and forces me to look beyond my insulated, egocentric bubble.   Last week, the meteor was a photo---a single snapshot of a little boy. A ...

The Grass Is Always Browner

  As a first time parent, it's so hard to know what's "normal" (hint: it doesn't exist) and what's not. And yet, we're obsessed with figuring out where our baby lies on this imaginary yardstick---whether we're talking about poop (smell, color, consistency, you name it), night wakings, developmental milestones, or bizarre baby behavior (e.g., repeatedly hitting oneself in ...

Just Keep Swinging

Thank you, my son, for reminding me that happiness can neither be chased nor attained---it can only be savored in small succulent bites that life feeds us every day. May you never stop swinging, my beautiful son. Because you're totally right---swinging is pretty damn amazing.    

Bye Bye, Baby

Right now, at this very moment, I'm losing my beautiful baby boy.   He's fading away---both slowly and suddenly.   Each day, when I walk into his room to greet his giggles and grin, he seems a little taller. A little leaner. And his hair---oh, that hair---once fine and silky like blades of buffalo grass, has now flourished into a ...

Mother is a Verb

If I've learned anything about motherhood so far, it's this:   Motherhood is like a clay sculpture.   The big moments and milestones may define its basic shape, but the real artistry emerges from the trenches---and the minutia---of daily living. The true beauty of motherhood is meticulously molded from hundreds of little moments---those humbling (and often hilarious) acts of day-to-day mothering. After all, ...

The Land of Dreams and Darkness

  Laundry, dishes, cleaning, The carousel spins and spins, Yet I'm immobilized by my captor's cries, Chained to this chair, once again.   Back and forth, back and forth, My body sways in time, To the tranquil roar of waves ashore, Lulling my busy mind.   Your heavy head against my arm, The heat of your hand upon my heart, Your breath today takes mine away, As your tiny lips purse, then ...