Nov. 24, 2019
I wrote the letter that follows today’s entry, to Juliette, exactly five years ago, one day before her 11th birthday. It’s interesting to look back to see what’s changed, what hasn’t and what will likely never change.
There’s so much in the past five years, no one could have ever predicted, but we walk through and not around. This is something I so love about you and our little family.
You are without question, one of the smartest, most empathetic and beautiful human beings I know. I’m not even being biased about it because I’m your Mom.
Tomorrow, you turn 16. This is an age I’ve been warned about from many sources. I don’t know, but I am really enjoying this time with you and witnessing all of the many ways you’re blossoming into an extraordinary young woman. (Okay, but you still live under my roof and follow the rules!)
While you’ll always be my baby and the one who made me a mother, I respect the very mature young person you’ve shown yourself to be.
And I won’t even get started on your singing. Your vocal gifts blow my head off of my neck. When others compliment you, believe them.
I love you endlessly and this is something I know you know. I’m so grateful that no matter what doubts we may have, we never doubt that one essential fact.
Happy Sweet 16! I hope our homemade Ramen and purple cake will bring you joy. You know that experiences are everything and stuff is just, well… stuff.
During this transition into 5780, I decided to do an exercise: to sum up this past year and vision for year to come, in less than five minutes.
I forced myself not to overthink, but to fly through a list that I believe is the truth – the good, the bad and the ugly. There was a lot of ugly in 5779, but toward its close, my family and I experienced more hope in our “Happy House.” May it represent better things to come for me, my family, you, your family and humankind.
- Happy House
- You (Yeah, YOU.)
Shana Tova. Even if you feel it more sour than sweet, may we have the patience to wait out the sour until it transitions into sweetness.
I haven’t published anything in months. While there are enough heart-wrenching stories to tell, they aren’t for public consumption. Continue reading “Getting to the meat of the issues”
I recently learned that my kids see all that I am. They’ve known about my many flaws for some time now, but I am just starting to get okay with this fact. My hope is that I can use their truths about me as a learning tool for personal, parental and professional growth. Continue reading “The Practice for the Panicky Parent”
Tonight, for some unknown reason, I suddenly thought of a beauty product I tried a few weeks before my wedding in 2002… Epil-Stop.
Please see below for happy customers.
Like most brides, I wanted to feel and be as lovely as I possibly could.
A smart old bird had vision.
She could see the tallest peaks and the deepest trenches,
at the same time…
And, even while she flew blind,
with clipped wings.
She never lost sight of the rich landscape.
The bird spent lots of time jumping over and around injurious terrain,
while awkwardly trying to flap her compromised wings.
One day, the smart old visionary bird
chose to look at her clipped wings for the very first time.
She noticed they were taped to her body
and not clipped at all.
She pecked off the gooey tape and celebrated her wings and the key lesson she’d just learned:
If she was to be a true visionary bird,
she had to look at and care for the condition of her wings,
even more than viewing the entire landscape.
Then, she soared
to look for other birds to fly beside.