Motherless Mama
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“Please mom, can we all go swimming?” as my six-year-old’s face is right in front of me. I take a brave breath, and nod. Her screams of joy bounce off the walls as she races to her room. I ignore the voices in my head that are screaming,‘ No!’ The whole world seems to be…
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In August 2005, I walked out of the third specialist I saw to help with my endometriosis. I have had the disease since I was fifteen years old. All three doctors had told me the same thing: I would not get pregnant naturally. I sat on the bus on the way home overwhelmed with emotions that surprised…
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When I think they believe that I am asleep, I get out of my bed carefully. I tip toe to my door and open it a crack. I sit by the floor ready to jump into bed if I hear them come down the hall. I can hear my mom and dad watching tv and sipping…
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When I think they believe that I am asleep, I get out of my bed carefully. I tip toe to my door and open it a crack. I sit by the floor ready to jump into bed if I hear them come down the hall. I can hear my mom and dad watching tv…
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I am sitting still on the phone listening to my friend complain about going from her mother-in-law’s house to her own mother’s for Christmas dinner. I inwardly shake my head. I love my friend, and at the same time I want to yell at her on how lucky she and her kids are to have…
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This time last year she could not stack blocks. Now it stands 10 tall. One of the reasons I have not blogged as much, so I can be here for her. I am a proud mom of her and her sister. #blessed
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The holiday season approaches and may encourage some households to make their annual donations to their respective charities. It may include cash, food or items they no longer need. We used to just think about giving back and sharing before becoming parents. Then, it became more about teaching our children to give year round. We…
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When life gets busy my blog sits there like a lost puppy. The struggle I have is how do work-at-home moms do it all. Reading about their kids and clean houses I wonder if they are embellishing just a bit. Unless I have a village of housekeepers, nannies and cooks, I cannot have a clean…
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Coming from a metropolis city to the Fraser Valley seemed scary at first. Visions of being isolated with no one to talk to on a daily basis left me leery about moving to the Langley area. We were living in a gritty neighborhood and were expecting our first child. My husband suggested we look at…
Danielle Christopher 