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Being Fatherless On Father’s Day
Despite being a predictable yearly event, Father’s Day tends to sneak up on me every June. As I study the calendar, there’s usually a resounding, “Oh.. that’s THIS WEEK??”, followed by a flurry of preparations to celebrate The Captain’s daddyhood. I’m happy to put in this effort for him, but in the midst of the gift selection and the search for the perfect card, there is always at least a moment. A twinge. A pang. It’s brief, but it’s a soft shadow that lingers a bit before clearing. For six years now, there’s been one less gift to select, and one less card to buy. After my dad’s death, Father’s…
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Mindful Of The Moments
Today was one of those days that reminds me of how fast time flies. I attended both #2’s sixth grade graduating awards ceremony, and #5’s end-of-Pre-K class picnic. Sometimes I am so busy “getting things done” that the emotional significance of certain days/events/moments only strikes me afterward. Today, however, I had the feels. As I watched one daughter draw her elementary school career to a close and another begin that same journey, I realized this parenting gig is flying by. Yes, the days are long. Sometimes TOO LONG. But the years are short. And today was a reminder to me to remind myself to pull my head up from the…
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I Got This Locked Up
You can really tell that the end of the school year is upon us, because my mind is on the fritz. This post is really “Keys, Part Deux” based on my key-related antics just TWO days ago. We came full circle this morning with both of this week’s crisis points- the cat window and the keys both featured themselves in my messy, “made for reality TV” morning. I admitted to my “mom gaffe” moment on Tuesday of misplacing my keys, which delayed the school drop-off. And I knew that when my kids went in to grab their late passes (an office that knows them quite well by now…), the staff…
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Keys, Creamer, & Crackpots
Today was a rainy Tuesday morning, which was unfortunate because I was convinced for a good half-hour that it was already Wednesday. And being one day behind your mental calendar doesn’t bode well for your week, ya know?? Rainy days are the worst; there’s something about weeping clouds that causes my kids to get ornery (then again, maybe they get that from their mom, who also dislikes rainy days…). It began with my eyes opening to #1 shaking me awake to ask for a ride to school…. in three minutes. She normally walks, or gets a ride from The Captain, who leaves at the same time. Thinking he had already…
