Marriage
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As a kid you wait for the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus. As a teenager you wait for the school bell and to grow up. As an adult you wait for the promotion and Fridays. A soon-to-be parent waits for the stick to turn blue and to teach their child to tie their shoe. As…
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After all that is grief,my two-year old reminds me of joy.
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“He ran off to play with his new friends.” I close the book smiling at my daughters who are snuggled on either side of me. “Can we go play mommy?” my four-year-old inquires. I nod yes as they scamper off. We are at our local bookstore’s kids’ corner for a weekly date. I began reading…
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Inhale, exhale, I repeat in my head. My blood is pumping so loud in my ears as if to the beat of a rock metal drummer. “Please pass me a diaper.” I repeat for the third time. “No!” shouts my four-year-old trantrumess, who is playing with her dolls right next to the diapers. I am…
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I am so enthralled with the new Jennifer Weiner novel that I did not hear my name being called. I close and smile at the lady who was paging me. I follow her down the pastel colored hallway to my new seat, and place my book and purse at the table next to me. She…
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As posted this week at amotherworld.com The tears race down my cheeks uncensored. The shock allows the floodgates to open before I realize my 4 year old is watching me. I warble out to my husband who is steps away, “He died.” I feel paralyzed in the living room chair. My husband comes over to…
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Where has the time gone? I began this blog after a few months taking an online class with The Momoir Project back on January 4th,2010. I used pieces that I worked on in class and I was off. I was impressed with myself that I could even start an essay. I was shy to start…
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Rocking my cranky two-year-old in our rocking chair in our dark living room, a glance at my iPhone states the lonely hour of 3 am. I have been up for over an hour and it feels likable that I will not be sleeping anytime soon. The rest of the family is sleeping above my head…
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The month was of celebrations, heartache and the true online spirit. My husband and I celebrated 18 years of marriage. The past we used to go out-of-town or a special dinner followed by a cozy evening at home. Then we became parents. Parents without a strong babysitter support. The day was filled with family time,…
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If looks could kill, you think I just destroyed my netbook (my freelance Work-At-Home Mom lifeline.)I bury my head into my hands, elbows planted on the kitchen table in front of my dead, pink netbook. At the opposite end of the table is my one-year-old finishing her toast. Her older sister, by two years, is…
Danielle Christopher 