Today I found comfort in my new seat in her life: the passenger seat.
Stop for just a moment, right where you are in reading this and think of a time that you felt the most alone.
Without altering any major life events, here’s what I came up with.
I know what you’re thinking, how have we not heard of this tenth passenger? Is this some crazy conspiracy theory?
If there was a group of moms who supported instead of judged, talked to and not about others while doing their very best to not raise crappy kids – that would be my group.
Just show up. It is actually that easy.
I used to wish I could expunge my past—erase every mistake, every humiliation and every thing negative about my life. A clean slate.
I am not in the parenting business to make friends, and I am okay not doing what other parents do.
A love letter to my husband.
For the better part of the past few years I have made a choice to choose happiness and to be a kinder more loving person.
In our living room, wearing slippers. Fuzzy leopard slippers no less.
Being a mom of a child who plays sports, is much more than practices, games, snacks and dirty uniforms.
Some of us are raised with such convoluted ideals of what is expected and acceptable in relationships.
In the shower this morning, I found myself thinking about the same three women I am always intrigued by: Marilyn Monroe, Mae West and Elizabeth Taylor.
Sometimes I’m genuinely intrigued by people who perceive me as defenseless or even a pushover.