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My brain is mush this week so I’m interviewing my 5-year-old son. I like to call him Air because it fits his personality. He’s buoyant and lives in the moment more than anyone I know. Just because I think my kid is cute doesn’t mean everyone else will think he’s cute but there’s such an innocence in kids this age that I wanted to share his view of the world.

My husband and I got a late start with baby making. I was 38 when we had our son and a few days shy of 40 with our daughter. Considering that we originally weren’t going to have kids at all, the planets aligned perfectly for us. We had an early miscarriage and a breech baby but we ended up with two remarkably healthy kids.

I have two younger brothers in their 20’s. The older of the two is turning 29 this year and in honor of his last year as a twenty-something, I’m sharing my take on this important decade. Dear Brothers,

It was my 5-year-old son’s idea. Kids in his preschool class had been talking about sitting on Santa’s lap and getting their picture taken. He’s usually slow to warm up to new adventures so I was surprised at how eager he was to do this. He mentioned it several days in a row before I finally relented and said with false enthusiasm, “Let’s go to the mall!”

Do you ever wake up feeling like the morning is a continuation of your miserable night before? It was dark when you put the kids to bed and it’s dark when you wake up. They were climbing you like a tower last night and they’re doing it again this morning. There are some mornings when I wake up feeling like I have nothing to give before the sun even comes up. It’s… Read More

One of the things that surprised me the most about parenthood was how much closer it brought me to my mom, dad and stepmom. One reason is being able to relate to them on a different level (now I know what they had to deal with when I was a kid) but the biggest reason is that watching my parents love my kids has opened my heart to trust and reconciliation.

My firstborn is almost 5 years old. My husband and I were talking the other day and I told him that I haven’t felt this content in my life since I was pregnant with our son. Basically, I haven’t felt any lasting contentment in over 5 years. That’s a long time.

School picture day, 1979. I practiced this smile in the mirror a dozen times. This day was going to be different. All of the things I hated about my face were going to be wiped away by this perfect smile. No more squinty, lopsided eyes. I had discovered that I could hide my bushy eyebrows under my bangs if I lifted them high enough. I finally had all my teeth. Hair combed… Read More

I’m going to open up a can of worms and admit something that might not be very popular. I let my daughter play with Barbie dolls. I’ve read repeatedly that Barbie dolls contribute to the negative self image of girls because of the doll’s unrealistic physical appearance. There have been studies that suggest that exposing girls to these dolls can contribute to eating disorders later in life. While I think they’re part… Read More

I’m taking a little break from writing but wanted to share this post from my former blog, originally published 7/27/12. It’s funny how old posts have new meaning and this one does for me. There’s a question that my two-year-old daughter asks all the time and it just cracks me up. It’s become a part of our family lingo and something we ask each other when there are just no answers. It’s… Read More