I heard him exclaim as he climbed into sight…Mommy? The rhyme ended awkwardly. My blood pulsed with frustration at this nocturnal interruption. Go back to bed! I directed. Then my brain woke up and reminded me that perhaps he had a legitimate need. (more…)
My hair is the part of me Michael loves the most. He uses it to sooth himself, sometimes rubbing his face in it or gently stroking it like some babes snuggle a blanket. But as he gets closer to 3 years old than his is to 2, I see the baby in him evaporating. (more…)
I’ve had a number of people e-mail me requesting the prescription for lying-in which I talk about in the September-October 2006 issue of Mothering. The “prescription” comes out of Bridget Lynch’s many years of clinical work, research and post-doctoral writing and I was blessed to have received the lessons as part of my experience. I look forward to one day reading about the history and clinical results she observed, and if and when that time comes, I will write here about where to find it.
I saw a moment a woman interviewed the other day who was talking about her experience of feeling fear and lost after she lost over a hundred pounds. While she’s expected that she would feel more like herself with the pounds shed, what she was left with was the raw truth: it was not being fat that was making her unhappy, it was being lost to herself.
Behind the dresses and tights, the blonde hair and blue eyes and perfectly posed camera smile, dark thoughts bubble in my daughter’s mind — we muse about it as her Goth period.