Storms at the Swim Meet


Thunder sounded its warning. 

While waiting for the required thirty minutes for swim meet to restart, six year old Maggie and I took a moment to grab hidden snacks from the car. We held hands, walking back to the pool, chatting, just me and my eldest girl….

ME: “Maggie… I sure hope you remember these days. When you grow up, I hope you look back on your childhood and are able to remember all the fun activities we’ve all done together!”

MAGGIE: “Don’t worry, mom. I will visit you! And I will never forget you. And I will never ever forget my family. Because I love you! And I LOVE MY FAMILY!!!” 

Mommy Needs a Moment

Such a gorgeous day for reading romantic books set in the Low Country and watching kids romp in thick grassy fields!
There is a crow above us in the rustling treetop caw’ing out, a mournful train passing nearby, and the swing chains are humming the song of childhood. The kids are begging to play in the creek hidden behind the lush overgrowth. 

Soon! 

Mommy just needs a moment.

Nice memory to visit, don’t  want to live there


How do you neat mamas do it? 

I’m a slob. Or rather, a recovering one. I try really hard but my skills and motivations are lacking in many areas. Around our house I am responsible for all house maintenance, yard work and car cleaning. It’s like a devil’s triangle…when I find myself happily taking care of one, the other two slip past my immediate attention and suddenly look like a landfill opened up and puked from above. I can’t seem to grasp a happy medium on a simple tidy scale for all three. It gets frustrating.   

Today, I spent a few hours spring cleaning my totally trashed Honda Odyssey minivan filled with sand, eleven coats (11?!), fifteen pairs of shoes (only two of which were mine, thanks), random toys, papers, hair bows, and enough candy and food to feed a third world country. I may or may not have crunched a plastic bottle up against the tree and cursed at a falling leaf that accidentally slipped through the door and landed on a spot inside the van I had just cleaned. 

As I was wiping down the dash board and scrubbing the leather, I found myself day dreaming about my first brand new car I purchased at age 21 – a cute Suzuki Grand Vitari mini SUV. I treated her like a baby…kept her immaculate, immediately spit polished any tiny smudges, vacuumed weekly, swept daily and allowed no food whatsoever in it. 

But then, as I tossed Maggie (who was digging sandcastles ten feet away) a small Cinderella figurine I found stuck upside down in the console, I remembered how alone I was at that point in my life.

Completely and utterly alone. 

Today I’m 31 years old, have beautiful three children, and am expecting a fourth. I have a husband who loves me and a great circle of friends. 

That first car stayed spotless because I had no one to mess it up. I had no tiny hands grasping at French fries, no Barbie princesses to get stuck in the seat cracks, no tiny feet kicking off shoes and yanking off socks, no sounds of a toddler singing Fraggle Rock from behind me and more often than not, only one single body ever rode in it. 

And I realized, as I finished the final scrubbing and shut the sliding door, that while daydreams of our past are nice to momentarily visit… I wouldn’t want to live there.