4 1/2 Ways Nursery and Dorm Room Shopping are Alike

From Mary Dell:

photo-60All summer college freshman and their moms flock to stores for dorm room shopping. Mothers look overwhelmed, aware of the finality of this back-to-school excursion. But is there another reason we moms share a universal look in our eyes? Do we time-travel back 18 years, when we prepared the first tiny rooms for these same children?  Once again we are gripped by nesting instincts as we experience 4 1/2 ways nursery and dorm room shopping are alike. [Read more...]



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Unexpected Pleasures of Parenting

pleasure of parenting, parenthoodOne of life’s great pleasures is having our expectations exceeded. And of all the unexpected pleasures life gives us, perhaps none is greater than becoming a parent. For no matter how much we know we will love our children, the actual experience of loving them is almost beyond words. With a heady cocktail of inexperience and overconfidence I thought I knew what parenthood beheld. I thought I had my mind wrapped around parenting and had realistic expectations of what was to come. Of course, I had no idea.

The surprises:

Being a parent is having a front row seat in the theatre of someone else’s life. It is a chance to witness the entire arc of a life from the first breath, to that first awkward day of middle school, to the moment we hit the replay button and our children have children. [Read more...]



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Lessons at the Knee of the Master, My Father in Law

lessons from GrandfatherThe first time I left my eldest child was to go to a wedding, overnight. The celebration was obligatory and I was a wreck. I was worried beyond all reason that something would happen to my thirteen-month-old baby and truly did not want to abandon him for an hour let alone twenty-four hours. My husband convinced me that I had to learn to leave him and that my father-in-law, my son’s grandfather, would care for him, perhaps not exactly like I would, but my son would be in good hands. When I came home, all I can say, is that both sets of hands, big and small, were covered in chocolate. [Read more...]



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