calamity
After driving 3 hours in traffic and missing Mother's Day with my own children to take my mother to lunch, it was wholly disheartening to hear that she has decided that all of her past life was terrible and she is only living for herself.
After driving 3 hours in traffic and missing Mother's Day with my own children to take my mother to lunch, it was wholly disheartening to hear that she has decided that all of her past life was terrible and she is only living for herself.
I'm racking my brain, trying to think if I've ever given him any indication that it's OK to poop in the backyard.
When I came home my daughter ran up to me and said, "Grandma taught me to burp the alphabet!".
I hope my teenage daughter appreciates me one day in the future, when she has to deal with my 15 year old granddaughter after refusing to let her go and camp at a 3 day rave full of drunken stoned hippies.
There is no square box space on the calender for "3am emergency room visit with daughter."
Unconditional love is when you take the batteries from your vibrator to power your child's favorite car.
Even after losing a hundred pounds, you told me my c-section scar makes me look fat.
Last night I realized that I have to quit being me in order not to ruin my daughter's life.
I'm 18 years old and am in no way ready for motherhood, but I wasn't as relieved as I thought I'd be when it read negative.
My biggest fear is that she will grow up and wish that I had gone through with the adoption.
I realized suddenly as the music started, that I had never seen my mother dance.
I said "Hi, I'm your mum" which made him cry so hard, I immediately apologised.
"Is that your daughter?" she asked skeptically, referring to the baby drinking milk from my breast.
Insignificant, I am the mother of a 25-year-old son for whom I neither baked a cake nor mailed a birthday card--I did call him--and I want you to know that perhaps your mother feels as guilty as I do about it and that we LOVE YOU--our precious sons--despite our laziness.
Even though I love him, I close my eyes and pretend I'm already asleep when he gets into bed.
I always thought I'd be a type-A career woman my whole life, but there he was on my chest, squirming, blinking, crying, clutching my little finger with all his might.