Summer mom

"I wanna be one of those summer moms who makes bucket lists and pool trips and spoils dinner with ice cream,” I lament to Jay while putting groceries away on Saturday. I envy the summer moms. I see them strolling the neighborhood in their top knots and tank tops, babies in tow, seemingly schedule- and … Continue reading Summer mom

Counting the joy

moon on a night sky

It’s 2:21 a.m. and I’m wide awake, snug in my bed. My toddler son, who is fighting a cough, finally nodded off an hour ago after a never-ending interlude of cuddling, shushing and patting. Eyes squeezed shut, I try and will myself to join him in peaceful slumber. But half a dozen worries crowd my … Continue reading Counting the joy