That's What She Said
My husband and I are thirty-something's in the middle of raising a modern, busy family of three girls aged 16, 14, and 5 years. We're at a stage in life where we buy tampons in bulk and dinner is never agreed upon unanimously. As a mother, I adore every fiber of each of my daughters' precious existence. As an aging human who often runs on that hamster wheel of self-induced stress, I can reach new levels of memory loss, frustration, exhaustion and insanity with superhuman speed. As a language lover, I cherish every word that comes out of the mouths of my babes. Our house is full of all kinds of goodness, hormones, noise and dreams; occasionally I'm mindful enough to make a memory out of the moments we share. If laughter is the best medicine, then my favorite prescription is remembering when that's what she said. When she starts a conversation with: Middle Kid: "So, we were tumbling in choir today..." When she won't eat her vegetables: ...