Growing up, were you Ariel? Perhaps Cinderella or Jasmine? My personal favorite was Belle. Who wouldn’t want an endless supply of books and croissants at her fingertips? As I got older, I developed an appreciation for Toy Story. Imagine loving toys as a symbol of childhood, wonder and innocence. Sounds perfect. But it wasn’t until […]Read more "A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes"
I recently read some advice to embrace the chaos in my life, and I smiled a knowing smile. The smile was one that says, “YES. I know that feeling.” Let me explain. Once, after my son’s third heart surgery, it appeared he would not be going home with the achieved goals so carefully set out […]Read more "Staying Alive (One Beat at a Time)"
My son loves shooting hoops. He runs and jumps, and before taking a shot- he’ll say, “I can do it myself,” but he always prefers for me to fetch after the ball and will turn in expectation for some acknowledgement of his nothing-but-net accomplishments. Occasionally, he’ll even allow me an attempt, albeit maybe only one […]Read more "Single Parenting"
It felt good to have a “normal” day. My son and I woke up in a happy place, and before heading out to the shore, he said, “I love this day.” Isn’t that what life is about? Taking in the sun and enjoying the moment? Honestly, going to the beach with a toddler is a […]Read more "Life’s a Beach"
When faced with an open path and a thick uncleared mess, the open path seems like the obvious choice. But what if the open path is full of poisonous plants, darkness, and scary creatures? Wouldn’t it make sense to clear a new path devoid of danger? It would seem so, but we tend to go […]Read more "Choices"
Words carry such power. Such force. So much meaning. Being called “smart” by your college professor does not illicit the same feelings as your mom saying the same. “Be brave” carries a vastly different message when it’s said to a child before open heart surgery than when it’s told to an adult before an interview. […]Read more "Words"
Who knew that I could ever be over the moon with excitement over something as mundane as pushing my son in the car cart at the grocery store on a crowded day? He didn’t understand why I mostly shopped alone or why we had to use the regular carts with his cart cover on the […]Read more "The Simple Things"