Birthday

Liam Brave, Age 8

There are some things people do not tell you about being a mother. And then there are the things they tell you over and over again . . . I lost track of how many times other’s have told me that “it all goes so fast.” Sometimes I would just tune it out, because while you are […]

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Ella, Age 14

Here we are at fourteen, my not so little La La. I never believed them when they said, “the days are long, but the years are short.” I’m believing now. I’m believing and I’m wishing that I could do three months and two and six and seven and ten all over again with you. But […]

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Luke, Age 11

You and me. This past year when I’ve looked at your face I’ve seen mine. Not mine now, but mine then. Chipmunk cheeks, a gap-toothed grin, freckles sprinkled across a button nose. It’s strange and amazing to look at the kid you never saw in the mirror. You and me. This past year when I’ve […]

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Rocco Royal, Age 5

Five. Five always feels official. Four felt like I could cheat and call you a toddler still. But five doesn’t work that way. Five means Kindergarten and all kinds of bigger kidness calling. I finally understand why moms baby their babies. It’s hard to see them grow. You don’t look at milestones as firsts. You look at […]

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Rocco Royal, Age 4

You are four.  I don’t have any pretty words or ways to say this except that I’m not OK with this.  I like that you can use the potty and climb in the car, but if those chubby cheeks of yours start thinning out, then I might have meltdown right along with you.     […]

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Ella, Age 12

little la la, yesterday, in chicago, you told me your name isn’t la la.  i’m not sure if you rolled your eyes, but i rolled mine.  my jr. high self meeting yours.  no, your name is ella.  would have been eleanor.  beautiful fairy.  light.  grace.  and, as amy says, queen of the sea.  but, you […]

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Luke, Age 9

Nine is just fine, Lukie (as long as i try not to think about ten).  it’s that year where you can be a kid in all kid glory.  you’re big enough to have adventures and do things you couldn’t do just last year, but still so much kid that you don’t have to waste any […]

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rocco royal, age 3

one.  two.  three.  to me, three is that last year before you turn boy.  and while, i love boy, i’m clinging to baby.  it’s not that i don’t want you to grow up.  it’s just that i don’t want you to grow up.  i like your chubby hands and your sentences that need my interpretation.  you have the […]

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Ella, Age 11

little big girl – –  that is who you are at this very moment.  caught between the two different worlds that are seemingly connected.  like the north pole grabbing hands with the sandy beach or the ocean washing over the desert.  that business of wanting to grow up, and yet still loving to play.  can […]

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liam brave, age 4

  four.  i’m not sure about four.  four is that year where munchkins turn to (little) men.  somewhere in the year of four, you go to bed one night a baby, and wake up the next morning a boy.  and, the thing is, you never really know which night that might be.  you, though, liam […]

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