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You can scream at me but I still love you

Yes. You can scream at me but I still love you.

This motherhood thing is pretty mind-boggling. Most of the time, I feel like a schizophrenic. One minute, I’m gazing at her lovingly, wondering what I ever did to deserve such a perfect human being in my life. The next minute, she is releasing the most blood curdling scream because I won’t give her a popsicle.  And I’m wondering if there’s any wine in the fridge. It’s only 7 am.

Some days, I find myself making excuses every five minutes…”I’m sorry honey, mommy’s too tired…I really can’t baby, maybe later…not this time, maybe tomorrow…no, sweetheart, we don’t eat candy for breakfast…sorry, she’s probably not home right now…please don’t climb on me; I’m not a tree…”

The energy level of this kid has got to be something for the record books. She never stops. Really. Never.

But here’s the thing. I love this child to no end. Can I imagine my life without her? Not for a second. She couldn’t be more perfect if she tried. No, I don’t spoil my child and I don’t give her whatever she wants. But I do know how full my heart and my life are because of her. I know how long I waited for her to come into my life. I know how truly blessed I am.

So, now and for years to come, yes, dear, you can scream at me all you want.

But I still, and always will, love you.


TBT: Stupid Questions

TBT: Stupid Questions

This Facebook post from Babies After 35 caught my attention today. They asked this question of women who had babies after age 35: “What were some of the stupid things people asked you when you were pregnant?”

It took me less than a second to answer. I remember it vividly.

At a kids birthday party, I was explaining the incredible process we went through to have Emma: IVF (In Vetro Fertilization) with Donor Egg. The woman I was talking to, maybe in her late 50’s or early 60’s, was really impressed. She had never heard of such a thing. She asked a lot of questions, but I only remember one.

She asked, “Will you ever tell your daughter about her biological mother?”

I answered, “I won’t have to, because I am her biological mother.”




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Mom to Mom #3

‘Mom to Mom’ #3 from Mothers Day 2015

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Happy Mother’s Day

By Libby Blumberg

On Sunday May 10th, we will celebrate Mother’s Day. Anna Jarvis, the woman who began the campaign to make Mother’s Day a national holiday in 1905, did it in honor of her mother, Ann Jarvis, who was a peace activist during the Civil War. Anna’s campaign was quite successful and in 1914, Woodrow Wilson signed a proclamation making Mother’s Day, the second Sunday in May, a national holiday.

Smart move, Mr. President.

Anna’s description of a mother is quite intriguing: “the person who has done more for you than anyone in the world.” The words sound a bit daunting at first; like a really tall order that couldn’t possibly be achieved by one person. It is high praise and puts a mother in a place of distinction. It sets a mother apart from anyone else.

Well, of course it does. And rightfully so.

There is no doubt that the person I admire most is my mother. Often I tell people that I only had one dream. It had nothing to do with a career, a big house, a nice car, or a closet full of designer clothes. My dream was to be a mother. And it is my mother who put that dream in my heart. She most definitely did (and does) “more for me than anyone in the world.”

This Mother’s Day, I urge you to notice how your mother paved your way to this place. Of course, we must understand that all relationships have their own characteristics. Some mothers may no longer be with us on this earth. Some ‘mothers’ carry a different name, identity, or position in your life. Maybe some of you have vowed to approach motherhood in a completely different way than your mom did. It all matters and it is a perfect time to give it some thought.

Anna Jarvis died in 1948, regretting what had become of Mother’s Day. It had been commercialized with cards, flowers, and candy. In her opinion, these things showed laziness. She wanted this holiday to be more intimate. But it is also the biggest holiday for long distance phone calls and just behind Christmas and Easter for highest church attendance. In my opinion, Ms. Jarvis and President Wilson still did a great thing.

Just like with any other commercialized holiday, the only thing that matters is that we celebrate it from our hearts. Imagine an unbreakable bond that connects your mother to you and you to your child and your child to her (or his) children, and so on. (After all, Dads are pretty cool too.) This bond is full of the beautiful things that make a mother. The things that, thankfully, Anna Jarvis saw in her mother over a century ago.

So, on Mother’s Day, my fellow moms, enjoy your flowers, cards, gifts, celebrations, and hopefully, some rest. Reflect on who brought you here and how you are forever bonded by motherhood. Say thank you to that person, wherever they may be.


Bask in the glory of this place of distinction. You deserve it.

Happy Mother’s Day.


Sources: Wikipedia.com, History.com, National Geographic.com


Yes, No, Maybe So

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Yes, no, maybe so?

I’ve come to notice something about myself. At first, it seemed like a phase, maybe a situational thing. But, it is slowly emerging as an extremely annoying characteristic.

I can’t commit to anything.

Since I became a mother, everything I do or am supposed to do is apparently optional. Of course, the things I do for my daughter’s welfare are mandatory, but beyond that, anything (or nothing) goes.

Maybe I’ve tried to do too much. I say yes a lot. Maybe I feel isolated as a stay at home mother and want to get out and do things. Maybe being a mother isn’t enough and I have to do more…be more. I really want to do everything. I want to have fun. But life gets in the way. And dammit, I’M TIRED!

Whatever it is, I obviously need to reign it in, figure it out, set my priorities, and chill.

This mostly pertains to social outings, thankfully. I certainly don’t make a habit of screwing people over when it comes to things that really need to be done. And if you’re paying me, I’m your girl!

Just a warning. If I say yes to a party, I will probably decide that I’m too tired to go. If I say that we should meet for lunch, I might just back out with a migraine. If I get excited about a girls night out, chances are my daughter will completely wear me out that day and I will be in bed at 8:30.

Thank goodness online invitations like Facebook and Evite have three RSVP choices:

Yes, No, Maybe.

My standard answer will now be “maybe” until I see what life brings. If it turns into a “yes”, good for me. If it’s a “no”, I’m OK with that and I hope you are too.

My good friend let me off a big hook the other day when she said, “I’m the kind of friend you can change plans with in the last minute. I’m totally OK with that.”

I love her.