When They Fall Apart


Yesterday afternoon a four year old fell apart in my arms. Long face. Real tears. Cries of It's not fair. His older brother was off to yet another play date. A school friend. The big boys had abandoned him after playing here after school. The two eight year olds had been kind: they'd shared the Star Wars ships and Bakugans and video game controllers. They'd graciously taken turns with my four year old, helping him across the backyard monkey bars, waiting for him to catch up on … [Read more...]

The State of the Nest


Four pm and the house is chaotic. A sick toddler has refused to nap, and two boys, plus an extra, run wild with the buzzing energy of a school day afternoon. Laundry lies unfolded, draped over the arms of chairs and across tabletops. The doorbell rings. The dogs escape. The upstairs toilet overflows. I'm tempted to walk away and not look back. I want to peer into the windows of neighbors to compare the state of my nest. … [Read more...]