The Tragic Optimist

Category Archives: motherhood

quiet

I was cleaning up after lunch and Hazel was happily and quietly entertaining herself.  A little too quietly, come to think of it.  I stepped around the corner to find this.

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Haiku

Sweet, sick girl of mine, Who sleeps only in my lap, How, then, do I sleep?

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they don’t mention this in the breastfeeding books

It’s not disputed that nursing causes some changes in the mother.  My figure is bustier, I actually have cleavage to speak of, and I’m not used to that.  It has also really upped my chocolate cravings, which were already quite strong to begin with.  But now they’re crazy, leading me to grab and scarf down …

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bring it

Zoe and a friend K, at the K’s birthday party, as they contemplate K’s action figure that came from a happy meal… Zoe: Oh, you have this guy?  We have him, too! K: Did you get it from the eating store? Zoe: It’s called “old MacDonald’s.” K: You mean it’s the same place as the …

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not bad

We were at a bbq with some friends, and Chris noticed I’d given Zoe some brownie before she’d finished her hot dog.  (She’d asked for chocolate, and I sympathized greatly with that particular request, so I complied).  I made some comment about being a bad mom.  “No!” piped Zoe from my lap, “you are not …

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Hold on there missy!

Zoe was not in a cooperative mood this morning. I wanted her to wear a sweater over the t-shirt she chose (“Here comes trouble!” I really should have seen this coming just from the shirt alone, alas…), she said “no shirt! bye bye shirt!” I wanted her to put on her coat before going out, …

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I’m such a good mom

I had the day off yesterday, so Zoe and I met Chris for lunch, and afterwards, the two of us went to the nearby mall to run some errands and just get out of the house.  I brought one of our cheapo sippy cups for Zoe.  Now Chris has warned me many times that these …

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Who am I? And for that matter, who are you?

As I’ve mentioned before, I just don’t quite feel like a mom yet. It’s been more than 18 months since I knew that there was something more than just the possibility of motherhood, and over 10 months since I became, undeniably, a mother. But I don’t quite feel like a mother. Or even a mom. …

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thoughts

It appears now that there are likely 12 dead (4 confirmed dead, 8 missing and presumed dead), plus 79 injured due to the bridge collapse. It’s a horrible toll, but far less than I had feared last night. Seeing all the images of the 35W bridge has been surreal. That’s my city, that’s my river. …

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Maybe I am a Mom

While it isn’t hard for me to accept that I have a daughter, it’s still weird for me to think that I’m a mom. But it occurs to me that only a mom would write a story about her daughter that includes snot and spraying breast milk, and then describe that story as “charming.”

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