Love

Dear Daughter, I’ve seen you noticing lately. My droopy eyes. My hunched shoulders. My long, heavy sighs. You curl up next to me during bedtime snuggles and trace the lines on my forehead with your precious, chubby finger. “Wow, Mom,”...

I love children’s books. Discovering that has been one of the fun, unexpected pleasures of being a mom for me. I had no idea how much I would enjoy books for the under-five set. But, even if they’re good...

Developing a special bond with a child has always been an easy thing for me to do, being that I am an elementary physical education teacher and coach. You get to see a child grow from kindergarten all the...

Home. What is home? The dictionary defines it as: 1. a house, apartment, or other shelter that is the usual residence of a person, family or household. 2. the place in which one's domestic affections are centered. These definitions have many interpretations....

A friend who is a few years ahead of me as a mom told me, “Write everything down now. My kids ask me all the time about when they were younger and at this point, I just make stuff...

Back in my hometown, my mom is sometimes called “Saint Bonnie.” While that moniker might get the occasional laugh from her three kids, it’s more true than not. She runs a nonprofit health clinic and is one of the most...

When the doctor hands you that baby, or you sign those adoption papers, or even when you see the two pink lines on the stick, you are forever changed.  You've been a daughter, a granddaughter, a cousin, a friend,...

After two years of being part of the Iowa City Moms Blog, this will be my last post. It has been a fun (and very fast!) two years, and I truly can't believe that my little baby is now...

I’ve written before about my issues with Valentine’s Day. It has become a holiday billed as a designated day for couples to assert their love and affection, when in fact we should try and show our love in many...

Write it down. Just grab a pen. Just take two minutes to write it down. You’re going to forget. This was a recurring voice in my head. Throughout pregnancy I needed to write, but barely did after the first trimester....