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Category Archives: They Call Me Mom.

It’s that time again!  Back to School otherwise known as Adult Christmas. See ya, Champs.  Get out.  Hit the sidewalk your teachers are waiting and I’m five seconds from starting my Party. I’ve given you the big main points for the past two years.  I’m not sure there’s anything else I could add to those lists.  You don’t […]

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Ten years ago, I held a 9 pound 1 ounce Teacher with a head full of dark hair and a really good lung capacity. His first lesson was to teach me to be selfless.  Along the way he also taught me the power of being selfish.  He taught me patience and when to let go.  He proved that all […]

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When the doc said, “It’s another boy” I knew there were discussions I’d never have to have with my children. Whether you like it or not, people will expect more or less from you because of that tight shirt and/or short skirt.  And “more” or “less” isn’t good in this situation. If this new guy […]

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Ever since the stick turned pink, I’ve patiently waited to feel like a Mom. It will happen when the baby kicks. It didn’t happen then.  It felt like I was a host in a sci-fi situation.  But really, it felt like I was playing pretend.  So I waited and told myself: It will happen… when […]

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I gave Becks some advice when starting Kindergarten and most of it is applicable for every grade.  But he and Coop got another lesson last night as they were getting ready for bed.  Any time we discuss a big topic (racism, homophobia, sexism, democracy), Coop usually listens patiently and then says politely, “That’s a lot of words.  I think […]

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Whenever you discuss breastfeeding, you should be prepared to discuss the other side of it: Mom’s who don’t. This breastfeeding vs. non-breastfeeding is one of the first battles women engage with each other.  It pits woman against woman.  Mother against Mother.  It’s one of the first, but there’s plenty that have called women to find their […]

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I can point out the big things my kids inherited: my eyes, Mark’s lips, my temper, etc.  People even point out the bigs ones: “Oh Coop looks just like Mark when he was XZY age.” or “I know where Becks got that from.”   The big ones aren’t hard.  But the little inherited ticks are the […]

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