What I Failed to Teach

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Yesterday afternoon, the doorbell rang.  It was in the middle of “quiet time” in our house, so Autumn was napping and Theo was down in his basement bedroom.  Ger and Quentin were out spending some time together at an arcade.  I figured that it was an Amazon delivery, but when I looked at the live camera from our Ring, I saw that it was a neighbor kid with his bike.  I went down to answer the door. Continue reading

Getting Bigger

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Last night, I took a bath with Autumn.  She has been sick lately, and we had noticed that she seemed skinnier from not having much of an appetite, but last night her little belly was the roundness I would expect from a toddler.  She happily splashed and wanted me to keep filling a small, orange plastic cup with water and then pouring the water over her hands.  Each time, I clearly said the word “water” accompanied by the sign.  Eventually, she raised her hand to her chin in a faint copy of what I had been trying to teach her. Continue reading

Fifth Child Thoughts and Moments

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After starting physical therapy a few weeks ago, Autumn switched from afternoon appointments to morning appointments.  Arriving for an afternoon appointment after a long day at day care meant that she was often exhausted, crabby.  Morning seemed to be a much better fit for her rhythm.  But it meant that she would begin seeing a different therapist. Continue reading

A Moment at the Theater

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The past few weeks have been emotionally tough.  The news has been a constant barrage of silencing, dismissing, berating, or blaming women who are trying to share their stories.  It is draining, on many levels.  While I have never experienced sexual assault that is at the center of the discourse, I can empathize with being told that my experience is not worthy or valid.  Feeling rejected.  Feeling that I have to hold my stories inside.  It is challenging to want to show support and listen to the stories, without simultaneously wanting to crawl into a hole and hide from the vicious, unfeeling attacks. Continue reading

The Parenting Things I Don’t Say Now

 

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On August 13th, I saw a previous social media post I had made in a past year:  “Raising tiny humans is exhausting.”  I thought “What was I thinking?  That doesn’t sound like something I would say.”  Completely something I think in my head, but felt a bit out of character for me.  Then I saw the year that I wrote it and thought “Oh.  That explains it.” Continue reading