I have mixed feelings about emailing my therapist. But I can say for sure that I’d be a very different version of myself if she didn’t allow me to express myself through writing. Sometimes it’s philosophical and intellectual musings. Sometimes it’s a funny meme that accurately sums up something we have been talking about. But sometimes it’s a dive into my brain with no Coast-Guard-approved life vest.
Milestones are exciting but I’ve never been someone who gets weepy about them. Ok, I may have cried a little during pre-k graduation but I have never gotten verklempt about first steps or pooping in the potty. I tend more towards, That’s done. Check it off the list. What’s next?
A few years ago, when we were just starting to entertain the idea of maybe possibly having a second kid someday maybe, I decided we should get Lorelei a set of twin over full bunk beds. Our house isn’t huge and I knew eventually she would have to share a room with her future sibling, so I was planning ahead.
When I applied to be a Nat Geo Kids Insider I had no idea what to expect. Honestly, I didn’t even think I would be chosen.
So this happened.
Yeah. That would be my “In Defense of the Mom Group” essay translated for Huffpost Germany.
Light blue or dark blue? Red or gold? In my family there is no room for indecision. By the time you could talk, you’d better be able to root for a college basketball team. We are not, nor have we ever been, a family united for one school – having instead flung our allegiances all over the state of North Carolina.