On the eve of my son’s birthday, I am reminded of the quiet that came before his birth. It was a calm, peaceful summer. I had nothing but time on my hands to prepare for the arrival of my first born, folding and refolding the tiny clothes I received at my showers, lining the drawers in the nursery with these itty-bitty clothes, selecting a beach-themed linen set as a nod to my favorite vacation spot, and waiting in anticipation for …
Category: Raising Boys
I spent the day reveling in my own happiness, clicking my heels together in a somebody-pinch-me-please moment. I had been waiting, anticipating, this very moment. Finally, it was time. My house was alive again with noise and laughter and conversation and TV and Xbox and stinky socks. My kitchen was abuzz with the hum of the dishwasher, the beep of the timer on the oven, the purr of a fully stocked refrigerator, and the opening and closing of cabinets in …
