“But Mommy, I thought only boys can be superheroes?” They were innocent words out of my daughter’s mouth, but they made me cringe. As I was driving my child to preschool, we began talking about Halloween costumes. At only 4-years-old, she had gone through dozens of ideas, changing her mind on a …
Toddler Years
Once a Preemie, Always a Preemie
As we stood crowded near the door, my daughter scanned the room, her face full of delight. It was the first day of preschool, and after a summer away, she was eager to see some familiar faces. In the thrill of the moment, my daughter began to ask me a question. But the excitement was too much, she …
I'm Happy Being Perfectly Imperfect
On a lazy Sunday morning, I can be found lounging on the couch. My mismatched socks compliment my 20-year-old sweatpants. My hair is sticking up in every which way, as I watch my daughter dance to the music roaring from the speaker. At that moment, I’m in a state of true bliss. Gone are the days of …