Life after loss with one teenager, two surviving triplets and a rainbow baby
Mindless reality television paired with a glass of wine is my favorite way to wind down from the day because what better way to forget your own Crazy than to watch someone else’s? So when this new show “Ready for Love” came out I settled in with my wine and twitter, expecting to fill the void The Bachelor has left until the next group of 25 people who have obviously never watched the show hold a weekly cat-fight for roses. {Read More}
The nurses always asked if I would rather hold them one at a time or maybe shift one to the other arm to make it easier. I would snuggle them in a bit more, remembering how long they were together and how quickly they were apart. Willing the bond of multiples to work its magic, I used the hope I had left to wish for them to thrive. Like the rambling mom I will forever be, I filled them with {Read More}
I have always loved words. I have a quote addiction that is fairly noticeable to anyone who follows me on Pinterest. But even before Pinterest I was a quote junkie. With stars in my eyes, I would send my soon-to-be husband quotes at the end of our emails and even if he didn’t share my love of mushy quotes he never said it and ultimately we did marry so I secretly think the quotes are what reeled him in. I {Read More}
I read a powerful post last week from the ever-insightful Vikki of Up Popped a Fox on the criticism over Jodi Foster’s acknowledgement of her sexuality at the Golden Globes. My children are sitting atop the rock I live under, watching Nick Jr 24/7, so I had no idea of the controversy. I have a very close family member who is gay. I remember the day he told me and how excited I was. Not that I was happy he had {Read More}
We laced our hands together at bedtime and she asked, as she does so often, about “the baby hospital.” Where was your bed Mommy? Did you only sleep when I sleeped? I realized something I never had before. She thought I never left. Those agonizing months of saying goodnight to my babies in the NICU and driving home, only to get up the next morning and make the drive to see them again, she had no idea. I sat day {Read More}
2012 marked five years of blogging for me. It was my first year where I took my writing outside of this space to new places like SheKnows, Childswork and Still Standing Magazine. Writing is healing and breathing and freeing for me and I couldn’t imagine doing anything less with those hours I squeeze into my day when children aren’t climbing on my head. I love looking back each year on how things have changed and thought I would do again {Read More}
Hoping Santa is good to you this year! Merry Christmas from our family to yours. ———————— Need some fun things to do over the break? Try my favorite indoor activities over at Childswork. Trying to get through the holidays with grief? I’ve written about ways I cope at Still Standing Magazine. You might also like…Top 12 of 2012I knew I should have sent my Christmas cards out on New Year’sRemembering together
Something about little girl dresses leaves me starry-eyed and tilting my head and missing my girls who were little just a few days ago and missing my girl who will never be big at all. Even if I hadn’t lost a daughter I think it would still be hard for me to part with the piles of tulle and satin and ruffle-butt tights. But because my oldest is 17, I know what will happens with the stacks of dresses I {Read More}
I was a single mom for eight years. Spending most of my twenties dreaming of the perfect husband, my mind created this magical guy who would swoop in and complete my days. I knew exactly what I wanted… someone who loves me to pieces and holds me together when those pieces fall someone who is ready for the challenge of step-parenting and can ride the waves as they come someone who makes his daughter’s eyes sparkle and mirrors that shine {Read More}
We drove to our first day of preschool this morning on a dirt road, stuck behind a tractor, going one mile an hour. It kicked rocks and mud back at my van and trees blocked the sun. We would be late. My little Sawyer, my baby, kept saying, “I see the light at the end of the road, I see the light at the end of the road.” I should have said I see it too but I didn’t. I {Read More}
I'm Jessica, 30-something mom to five, four in my arms and one in my heart.
On any given day you will find me taxi-ing a teenager, mopping up our latest "art project" and trying to remember when I turned the crock pot on… all the while, looking for the closest Starbucks drive thru. more
