Helping Mama

**This post was written pre-Covid days. I’m looking forward to visiting my parents again soon! Blinking, I open my eyes. What awakened me? After a few moments of consciousness, I recognize it. The smell of marinara on the stove, mixed with a little – cake? I have come to stay with my parents for a few days. It’s hard to step back into that role as daughter, even for a short time. I guess I can sympathize more with my college-age son now, at Christmas holidays! The aromas coming from the kitchen must have filtered into my subconscious, because I’ve […]

Ratty dandelion flowers to Fragrant white lilies

I’m feeling nostalgic these days for my little fellas – two Class of 2020 graduates this year brings it out in me. Missing the days of ratty dandelion flowers offered up in chubby fingers and afternoons of splashing in every single mud puddle… To my moms of tiny men, do you sometimes wonder who they will be as they grow? Do you wonder if they will ever quit burping (they don’t) or start picking their clothes up? (maybe). Here’s a quick roundup of all things almost-full-grown-male. Stinky clothes and shoes — sports uniform, band outfit, Sunday-best — always stinky! Axe/Old […]

Peanut butter crackers and TV dinners

We raced into the cold sterility and blinking-bright lights of the OR, bumping into the steel bedframe of the bed in our haste to deliver this baby as quick as possible. Soon the beep-beep of mom’s heartbeat on the anesthetist’s machine was countered by the low, slow bum-bum-bum on the ultrasound, sounds of a baby’s heart in distress. Our voices were quiet, but urgent. “FHT’s 80s, catheter in, prep done, Dr. Simon is on his way, right?” Hurry, hurry, hurry was the one constant running through our minds as the OR team quickly went about this business of preparing for […]