Category: Family
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Graduation Day — The First Hug After Boot Camp
There are moments in motherhood you prepare for. First steps. First day of school. First heartbreak. But no one prepares you for the first hug after months of silence. When I saw him standing there in uniform — taller somehow, steadier — my heart recognized him before my eyes did. And when he wrapped his…
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The Quiet Observer Who Became Like Me
There are some children who enter the world loudly. And then there are the quiet observers. The ones who study everything before they speak.The ones who sit beside you peacefully without needing constant attention.The ones who somehow feel familiar to your own soul from the very beginning. That was Jacob. Even as a little boy,…
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From the Time You Were Little
Bootcamp Birthday Poem From the time you were little,I knew you would bea force to be reckoned with —with a little added “me.” You were driven from the start.I could see it each day.Growing, and growing,into the man you’ve become today. You never cease to amaze mewith everything you do —from the smallest of effortsto…
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The Ordinary Nights I Miss the Most
I can’t tell you exactly when it changed. There wasn’t a single moment that marked it.No final bedtime routine.No last ordinary day that announced itself while I was living it. It was quieter than that. The kind of change you only notice once you’ve already crossed into it. For years, the house carried the sound…
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The Quiet Faith of a Mother
Memories of you Are as gentle, peaceful, as the morning dew…… As the bus pulls up you would say “I love you and have a great day!” As we whisk off into the big world You would say a prayer as only a mother could “Please lord watch over my sheep.” Children sometimes take too…
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Jacob Ryan
Some pieces of writing come from a quiet moment in time. This poem was written years ago for my son Jacob Ryan — during those early days when motherhood was still new, and every little milestone felt like magic. Looking back now, I realize those moments were shaping a story I didn’t yet understand. The…
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Thomas Michael
I wrote this when Thomas was five, when we were living in Hawaii. The air felt warm year-round, and the days moved a little slower. But the truth is, this didn’t start when he was five. It started in those early mornings when he was a baby. He would wake up content, playing quietly in…
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The Days Slip By Slowly… And Then All At Once
Motherhood is full of moments that feel ordinary while they’re happening. Packing lunches.Reading bedtime stories.Watching little feet run across the backyard. The rhythm of everyday life settles in quietly. And before long, those ordinary days begin to weave themselves into memories. When my boys were little, I never felt in a rush for them to…
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The Quiet Shift of Sons Growing Up
There isn’t a ceremony for it. No final announcement.No moment where someone says, This is the day everything changes. It happens quietly. One day you notice they no longer need you to tie their shoes.Then they no longer need you to drive them everywhere.Then they no longer need you in the same way at all.…
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Now
Reading it today, I smile at the rhymes.The spelling.The simplicity. But what stands out most is this: Even then… I knew she was my safe place. We didn’t shout “goodnight” down a hallway.We whispered it across the room. Fourteen years under the same ceiling.Two beds.One shared childhood. The lights would go out.The world would quiet.And…