This weekend, my baby boy will attend his high school prom. What????? "Say that again slowly." I say to myself with a deep sigh. I say it again and sit dumbfounded. Thoughts begin to swirl like a hurricane picking up force in my brain. Another visit from hurricane Melancholy. The storm of sadness that comes to visit me now and again. Two things … Continue reading Hurricane Melancholy
Tag: raising children
The Last Time
We never know when it's going to be the last time. The last time they hold our hand when we're walking with them. The last time they come to our bed at night when they are frightened. The last time they ask us to cut their food. The last time they fall asleep on our … Continue reading The Last Time
The Open Wound
A dear friend of mine told me more than once while we were raising our children that being a parent is like being an open wound. Her words have rung true countless times over the years. I did get wounded in a way when I gave birth. The love I felt for these little humans … Continue reading The Open Wound