I would like to start this post by saying it is not intended to spark any political arguments. Being a good human is a trait that should span any and every party line. Only two people know what truly happened on the evening in question in 1982, and I do not claim to be one of them.
“Be a good man.”
This simple phrase is one my husband has been repeating to our son since he could understand the words. Henry, now age (almost) 4, knows what it takes to be a good man at the very basic level. It started simply: holding doors for people, letting his sister go first, being a good sharer and a kind friend. Over time, it has grown as he has: stopping when someone asks him to the first time, apologizing when he is in the wrong, using words instead of force, accepting punishment for his actions when necessary.
If my four year old can understand what it takes to be a good man, anyone can.
This was it! We were officially going to be called…”The Jackson Five”!
My husband is a natural. We call him the baby whisperer. Give him a baby and BAM! That baby melts into his arms. It wasn’t quite as easy for me. But when I became a mother, something changed. I changed.
Being that it is week SIX (seven? I’ve lost count, to be honest) of the school year, I figured it was time to exhale and organize some of my thoughts. I know I have to go through this again, so this will hopefully serve as inspiration in the years to come… assuming I survive.
The amount of women that can relate to my my miscarriage story is astounding. “I’ve been there”, they would say. Or “I know exactly how you feel.” I guess I shouldn’t be surprised – 1 in 4 women will experience a miscarriage in their life time – but it’s not a topic that is vastly spoken about.
As a mother, I’ve found that you fall into one of two camps: You LOVE back to school season, or you HATE back to school season. I have my feet planted firmly in the latter group. Many moms will tell you that your feelings on school will shift as your children grow older. The stomach-sinking feeling of sending your kid off to kindergarten supposedly turns to feelings of freedom and joy as they move up in grade levels. I’ll believe it when I see it.