“Don’t ever say you’re just a mom.” I spun around, startled at the realization that my conversation wasn’t private. I was talking to the cashier at a local toy store about school and pursuing a career in writing. Both my boys were tiny at the time, and before I knew it the statement that I was “just a mom” spilled out of my mouth. It wasn’t that I didn’t think mothering was important. It had more to do with other’s perception. Or at least, that’s what I thought. When I turned I saw an Continue Reading
For the One Who Doesn’t Know What Her Life is Worth
When the doctor told me my son’s life might be in danger, I didn’t have to think about my next step. A nurse came in and put an oxygen mask over my face to keep me from hyperventilating and I motioned for my husband to sign the consent form. Natural childbirth wasn’t an option. Even though I hadn’t met my son face to face, his life was worth the risk. The features of his face were still a mystery and I hadn’t heard his first cry, but I knew him. I knew his heartbeat. I knew he got the Continue Reading
If You Doubt Whether the World Needs Your Voice
My son’s face spelled frustration. He tried to get his classmate’s attention as we left the birthday party, but skating rink noise drowned his voice. After he called her name several times with no response, he gave up. “It’s loud in here, buddy,” I said, trying to reassure him. And it was. I practically ran to get out into the sunshine after two hours of musty air, loud bass and sticky floors. But I also knew he felt defeated. For better or worse, he inherited my quiet demeanor and his Continue Reading
