From The Heart
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This is 40.
Let me preface this by saying that that prior to turning 40, I was never the type to experience any angst about my age. My 20’s were great. Turning 30 was no big deal, because I was so busy- married for 5 years and pregnant with my third child. But the Big 4-0… well, that was a different story… The prospect of turning 40 was not ok with me. 40 is OLD. 40 is sore muscles, mom jeans, sensible haircuts, and holding things further away from you as you attempt to read them. No. NOOOOO. The problem is, the chronological number didn’t gel with my internal age. You know. About……
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Go 4th And Prosper
This weekend we celebrated #4’s 6th birthday. As I was snuggling her to bed the night before her birthday, she peeked up at me with a smile and said, “Tomorrow, I will be alive for six years!” Her statement filled me with emotion; in the darkness of her room, I got teary-eyed. Because six years flies by so fast, yet paradoxically, six years is a long time. Let me tell you a bit about my #4. Six years ago, The Captain and I were at a stalemate over the size of our family; I was satisfied with three kids. Yup, that was good. Three was slightly out of the man-to-man…
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Cross My Heart
Recently I began babysitting two days a week (I know what you’re thinking: “like she doesn’t have ENOUGH kids already?!) in a nearby town. After I drop my older kids off at school, the two youngest and I drive over to my little charge’s house. The first day was a challenge; despite making the necessary preparations the night before (kids’ clothes laid out, backpacks packed, shoes -for both feet- located), the morning was still somehow a mad scramble. We rushed out the door, dropped the older kids at school, and hit the road towards our babysitting engagement. Or tried to. We had the misfortune of being on a one-lane road,…
