An Open Letter to My Mom

Pingback: https://blissandbunnytantrums.wordpress.com/2015/07/15/thank-you/ Dear Ma, I may not know a lot but I know a few things for sure. First of all, I owe you both an apology and a sincere thank you. I'm so very sorry for doubting you're instincts, which almost always proved to be spot-on. I'm so very sorry for being so hard on … Continue reading An Open Letter to My Mom

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Nine Going on Nineteen

By all accounts, I am very lucky. My nine-year-old son, Jack, is a great kid. He's polite, kind, compassionate, outgoing, and does well in school. He even still lets me sneak kisses and hugs in fairly regularly. Lately, though, things have been tough! I forgot how difficult the “odd” years are. Jack never went through … Continue reading Nine Going on Nineteen

My Unusual Favorite Childhood Memories

Amazing vacations spent with family chock full of beach days, hikes, ice cream, and cookouts, along with endless Summer days spent “riding bikes” to nowhere and playing manhunt until the street lights came on are some of my fondest childhood memories. Great as those times were, my very favorite memories don't look anything like the … Continue reading My Unusual Favorite Childhood Memories

What Happened to Our Kids Summer Vacation?

Most parents do their very best to provide for their children. While some (dare I say old-school) folks may believe providing for ones child includes ensuring a child is fed, washed, clothed, and fed, I think its safe to say that most of today's parents strive to give their children more. My husband and I … Continue reading What Happened to Our Kids Summer Vacation?

Anger Boiled Over

I am not afraid; you no longer scare me. Once so terrified of you, I spent hours scouring the Internet desperately trying to find your new address, license plate number, and make and model of your latest car. Not anymore. You've had your way with my emotions for the last time. Though not physically raped, … Continue reading Anger Boiled Over

Accepting My Identity Outside of “Mother”

Moms, Dads, athletes, professionals, and students are all common ways that people identify themselves. For a period of time during my younger years I identified myself as a Type A Perfectionist. I was born with a plan and goals and nothing was going to stop me from completing my plans and achieving my goals. As time … Continue reading Accepting My Identity Outside of “Mother”

When the Damage is Done

I hold no ill will and wish you peace. This I have told you time and time again. It seems every time a fair amount of time passes you reappear, just as you did when I was a vulnerable child, unaware of how to protect myself from your absence or your presence. I understand and … Continue reading When the Damage is Done

Why I Refuse to Let My Faith be Tested

Born and raised in Boston, I grew up a strict Irish Catholic. If I wasn't at Mass with one set of grandparents over the weekend, my Dad made sure my siblings and I were there with him and my Mom. Maybe because of the connotation my Faith carries so closely to my grandparents', or maybe … Continue reading Why I Refuse to Let My Faith be Tested

My First Parenting Fail and What It Taught Me

I've been looking forward to today for months. For some, today is just a regular, rainy Tuesday in March, but for me, it's much more than that. Today was the day my husband and I chose to celebrate our anniversary. You see, my husband, Mike, is a critically acclaimed chef and with his position comes … Continue reading My First Parenting Fail and What It Taught Me

Invisible

Try as he might he couldn't hide it. No matter how clean the house, how neatly the laundry was folded, or how perfectly he was dressed, Everyone knew. Everyday he swore he'd do better. He'd have dinner on the table promptly on the table at six, with dessert to follow at seven sharp. When The … Continue reading Invisible