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It's one of the first words we teach our toddlers. "Bye!" We look at them in someone else's arms--- a grandparent, day care worker, parent- and smile and wave, teaching them to prepare for a transition that life will reteach them many times will never look the same as it does to a baby.
My Marine was my last kiddo-- the third--and was six weeks premature (even though he was nearly 8 lbs) so he was, needless to say, a Mama's boy. He was the leg-clinger at daycare, the…Continue
I don't know about any of you, but when I was the 20 year old mom of a brand new baby boy, the hospital sent me home with blankets, bottles, even pacifiers and diapers, but somehow failed to give me an instruction manual on what to do with this wrinkly, crying, pooping bundle of joy. Fast forward 20 something years later, throw two more kids in the mix, and somehow they all managed to come out of childhood in one piece, relatively unscathed....purely by miracles, accident and God's…Continue
My late grandmother was quite a character. It took a few years to recognize what would later be diagnosed as dimentia. At first, we just thought she was, well...being HER. She had a story about and for everything. Most of the time talking about people who we had no IDEA who they were, yet she yammered on about them as if they were sitting in the room with us and we should know everything about them. If you made the mistake of asking who they were....these people in her stories....she'd go…Continue
I've never been the quiet type. Just ask any of my former teachers. I was the kid who could never shut up. My mom swears I started speaking in full sentences by the time I was 9 months old, and she has spent the last 40, er, hmmm.. 30+ years trying to get me to STOP talking.
I talk for a living. To seven year olds, which leads to interesting conversations, but it's talking nonetheless. I'm pretty sure I got the gift of gab from my late father, who, bless his soul, never met a…Continue