The last day of school always has a magical quality to it. It measures a season of growth complete. It marks the fresh start of summer fun and leisure. It means that change is afoot with the sprouting of sunflowers and lengthening of bedtimes. My girls and I look forward to the last day of school each year. To honor the day, I excitedly wrap up a pair of sparkly flip flips for each of my daughters along with some summer reads. Tonight, we completed “Our Summer Bucket List” wherein we identified all of the fun we intend to have
The outcome seemed so wrong. Sandy was a loving mom. Bright, creative. Her nature was to nurture. She made home cooked meals. She grew a garden in the back yard of her small but tidy house. She believed the home should be peaceful but joyful and child focused. How did she lose custody of her only child—ten year old Amanda? It’s not that George was a bad father. He was just a different type of parent. He lived in an apartment and made fast food a regular diet. He had changed roommates once again. While Amanda like to read books
We the wise of my mother’s many children thought we knew what was best for her. The family meeting topics included our father’s chronic alcoholism, his refusal to seek treatment, and our concern for our mother. With the passage of decades, the memories are vague. I can’t remember whether my mom wanted to see a lawyer, whether she surrendered as she did to so much of what life dealt her, or if she silently went along to simply avoid an argument. What I do remember is her quiet sadness. The lawyer’s office was dark in the afternoon light and his
I knew since I was a young child, that I would be a mom. Having my daughters is my greatest life intention fulfilled. I delight in motherhood. I love finding their random socks in my drawers, braiding their hair into pigtails and reading them stories in my best English accent. And I, like every single parent I represented over the years, was devastated by thought of how divorce would impact their sweet smiling faces. Parents universally feel the sting – but the focus of this blog will be on mothers in tribute to Mother’s Day this weekend. For some mothers,
Adams also came to understand how important it was that his carefully crafted photos were reproduced to best effect. At Bender’s invitation, he joined the prestigious Roxburghe Club, an association devoted to fine printing and high standards in book arts.
It’s human nature to compare ourselves to others. We do it consciously or unconsciously all day long. As we drive to work we spot the car we’d love to own; we look at the driver to see whether they are our age. Our co-worker shares how many miles they ran over the weekend; we silently consider the extra 8 pounds we’ve put on the past year. We listen to a presentation; we think, “I would be so much better organized than this guy.” Whether they are upward or downward comparisons, we constantly compare. When we compare and think we are