Motherless Mama
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Today is filled with such emotion for me. My youngest (and last baby) turns three years old. This post will be short so I can spend the day celebrating my miracles. Three doctors in 2005 told me I could not have children. Three months after the last appointment my first babe was conceived. Two years…
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As posted on The Yummy Mummy YMC Watching my two daughters playing on the playground, it strikes me how different they are. In the early days of my youngest, I would compare her to her older sister. When she wouldn’t hit the milestones like her sister, I worried. I thought there was something wrong. My…
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Without as much as a cry when I waved good-bye, I walked out the door of my youngest daughter’s preschool. The feeling of missing a part of me still remained when I walked to the car alone, drove away alone and wondered what to do with myself. I never planned anything just in case I…
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I caught the tail end of a conversation on Twitter with @vancouvermom and @TwellMedia on changing WAHM to WAM (work-anywhere-mom.) I agreed that I am a Work Anywhere Mom, since I am writing this in the car while my two-year-old is taking a car nap. Rarely do I actually work-at-home when my two daughters are…
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So many reasons to not post today. Yet, its my wonderful daughters that motivate me to write. This birthday is a hard one. I turn 38. My mom never saw 39. Since today is thanksgiving I am going to list what I am thankful for: 1. I am thankful for my husband of almost 19…
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Mere days until I turn 38. While I try to stay positive and look forward to a day of no-cooking, I can’t do it. My heart feels so heavy. My shoulders ache of the pressure. As I get older, I see my birthday as just any other day-less gifts, still have diapers to change and…
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The sun feels warm and comforting on my back. My hands hold the stroller that carries my sleeping two-year-old daughter. To my left is my husband holding the hand of our five-year-old daughter. To her left stands my best girlfriend-my sister. We are waiting for the countdown to begin the CIBC Run for a Cure…
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The rain is pounding on the roof so hard I thought it is going to cave in. I then realise it is my heart thumping in my chest at full warp speed. I know it’s time to say good bye. I feel myself go breathless as I tell my youngest daughter’s support worker and teachers…
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I hold my four-year-old’s hand and my other hand is pushing the stroller her younger sister is in. The new school Barbie backpack is sitting on my proud girl’s back. We are off to see her kindergarten class. I am excited for her. All summer we talked about how much fun it will be. She…
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“Who wants more freshly-baked banana oatmeal cookies?” our play date hostess asks. With a quick scramble and expressing good manners, the four children sit down at the kitchen table to nosh on the treats. Kathy (not her real name) smiles at the sight and comes over to offer me one. I shake my head politely…
Danielle Christopher 