Motherless Mama
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previously posted on amotherworld.com Most days I let hot topics that I read go because I do not want to add fuel to the fire. It is interesting how some write opinions that they would never say in a face to face conversation. The hot topic this past week did ruffle me. The subject is…
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At school pick-up my polite conversation with another mom turns to what we each do. She is a nurse on swing shift. I tell her about my freelance work. She remarks on how lucky I am. I smile and wonder if she genuinely felt that way on my truth. My mind starts to tabulate just…
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I drink in the smell of the freshly bathed and diapered newborn. The little girl’s hand is curled around my pinky finger. Watching her sleep bundled in my arms makes me wonder if my daughters were ever that tiny. It seems like a lifetime ago. The baby opens her eyes and lets out a…
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As posted earlier this year, here is my list of wishes with updates. Surprisingly, some have come close or a reasonable facsimile. So here it goes: 1.Cure cancer or help someone do it. Enough hurting good people. My dear sister has had the great news that she is clear once again. 2.Have Bryan Adams follow…
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I stare at the blinking cursor on the computer. It lights up the fact that I have writer’s block. It is only a new feeling to me since December of last year. Before I could pen long essays or blogs fuelled by passion. My word fell through my pen and to the keyboard with ease…
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July 1st marks the birthday of our country. For years I sang the anthem, wore red and celebrated. When I became a mom, holding my newborn I sang the only song I knew by heart-Oh Canada. Night after night while holding my baby, I would sing in my off-key tired voice. Slowly I began to…
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With the beat of the rain on the roof, the crowded room is dark and the screen on the TV is showing the pictures from the year. My youngest daughter is munching away on her goldfish crackers in her stroller. Today my oldest daughter graduates from pre-school. Two years ago we entered this room for…
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Guess they were out of Grey Goose?
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With no back up help, my four-year-old daughter and i have the flu. My two-year-old daughter pretty much has the run of the house. Wiping up messes, filling waters and flipping DVDs is all I have the strength to do. Hubby had to go to work. So it is just us. My body aches in…
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After my mom died, my dad’s anger flourished. I never thought I would recognize Father’s Day again until we became parents. Then I met the father in my husband and fell in love with him all over again. Happy Father’s Day Dude!
Danielle Christopher 