Dear Noah, Things have certainly been changing in the Horton household. I leave the room. You cry. I put you down. You cry. My always-happy, always-sweet baby pushes people away and reaches for me. Only me. Even though I put you down, I leave the room, to teach you that I’ll always come back —…
So, for the announcement. No, I’m not pregnant. I quit my job! If you’ve been following this blog, you know how unhappy, how torn, how trapped I’ve felt. How can I leave a “good” job with phenomenal benefits? Should I settle for something safe? Is this what I’ve worked so hard for? There’s a lot…
Dear Noah, I never knew so much could change in eight short months. I’ve watched your eyes turn from brown to blue to green. The corners of your mouth turned up slightly, and I said that once you smiled, once you laughed, you could stop growing. I said that’s all I needed. But time has…
re.sil.ience \ri-ˈzil-yən(t)s\ (noun)1. the capability of a strained body to recover its size and shape after deformation2. an ability to recover from or adjust easily to change This past year, I’ve been engulfed in a whirlwind of lessons, of realizations, of maturity. Maturity that stems from growing a human — feeling life wiggle inside of…
I have a confession: Sometimes I bite my child. It’s true. I do. I can’t help it; it’s the way that my love manifests itself. That sweet smile, those squishable cheeks — I need a nibble! There were a lot of silly things I imagined saying to my baby before he got here, but I…
