Why Do the Littlest Things Hurt the Most?

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My children inspire me. As I often say, they are the most intuitive, impactful teachers in my life. What truly blows my mind? They do not even realize it. But I sure do, and I listen with my whole heart and soul when they speak. Zoe buckled her seatbelt, and I started the car. She chattered animatedly about her day. Then Zoe’s tone shifted from her typical bubbly affect to pensive. “Mommy, why do the littlest things hurt the most?” she asked. Her insightful inquiry hit me like an unexpected summer shower. I have pondered Zoe’s question for months. And … Read More

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HEARTBEATS

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The first time it happened, I almost missed the faint flutter inside me. If I didn’t focus inward, both literally and figuratively, I may not have noticed the unforgettable sensation of life growing inside me. My first born’s heartbeat, strong and certainly present, pulsed gently in my womb. As Alec grew (and I rapidly expanded), the beats became quicker and more insistent. When I became pregnant with my baby girl, I eagerly awaited Zoe’s heartbeat. It had its own personality and tempo. Yesterday I hugged her closely. As she snuggled with me on the couch, I felt her teenage healthy … Read More

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The One That Got Away

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Last week I wrote about our winter family vacation, “The Slippery Slope.” Here is part two! We entered the through the laundry room door. All of us were exhausted and felt mixed emotions about our trip ending. As we dragged heavy, overstuffed duffles across the shiny tile, I noticed a chocolate brown object on the floor. In our usual manner, we immediately began unpacking and organizing our belongings. I tossed a load of dirty clothes into the washing machine. And then I headed straight into a steamy shower. I used a thick, purple towel to quickly dry my tangled, wet … Read More

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A Slippery Slope

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The smooth ride to Albany, New York kicked off our annual family trip. We rented a car and drove four hours to Stowe, Vermont. I figured the carefree, seamless start to our vacation must be an auspicious beginning. Every soul has a story, and so does every trip! One of my favorite parts about traveling as a family is creating intentional (and unexpected!) memories. The first bump in our journey occurred the next day. My husband discovered that the GMC Yukon Denali that we had rented was apparently not equipped for a Vermont winter. We incorrectly assumed that all New … Read More

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