Lynyrd Skynyrd Had a Great Mom

She’s the kind of mother I want to be. With purpose. With straight forward talk. Not afraid to lead her son.  “Mama told me when I was young‘Come sit beside me, my only sonAnd listen closely to what I sayAnd if you do this it’ll help you some sunny day’ She taught him to listen to his mama. Even if what she was teaching him right now didn’t apply, she taught him what it meant to ponder her words and use them when appropriate.  ‘Oh, take your time, don’t live too fastTroubles will come and they will passYou’ll find a…

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Failing as a Mom

I didn’t realize until yesterday that I had completely failed as a mother. And not just a little. Really failed. It hit me deep in my gut, and it was all I could do not to cry right there in front of my students.  One of my 5th graders walked by and casually asked, “Hey, Mrs. B, did you go to the baseball game yesterday?” In that minute I remembered why I didn’t. I was supposed to take Sam to a birthday party. His friend’s birthday party. His best friend’s birthday party. We got caught up in plans and busyness…

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¿Ya?No¿

About twenty minutes and some days ago, I saw, from the corner of my eye, this hair. It rivaled mine in every way except pigment. I strolled on over and introduced myself. She introduced herself as Jami Armine. We’ve been late night texting and swapping sarcasm “like we are the oldest and dearest of friends.” (Kathleen Kelly of the little bookstore.) Today she has blessed us with her heart on adopting her own version of my Sam. His name too happens to be Sam. Sam 2.0 Here is her story… We currently have seven children. They range in age from…

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My First Link Up: Let’s Talk Tuesday

I am hosting my very first link up! There is a chance I will do this all wrong, but I decided to brave the world of blog hosting in hopes of not only linking you together with bloggers of similar interests, but I also love reading what nonsense is spinning through your head. Here are the rules: Let’s Talk Tuesday 1. What’s on your mind? Pick a topic (hopefully random) and give in to a short gab, letting out the pent up thoughts that just need freeing. If you can’t think of a topic, you can use mine, but I…

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Things that make my brow furrow

There isn’t coffee in my hands.I wanna watch hours of Gilmore Girls but can’t. There is a fly buzzing around my head, and he isn’t small. I have my third sinus infection of the year. GhettoMy desire for donuts right this minute. There isn’t coffee in my hands. Sam (5) can only communicate with passion aka crazy emotions. My husband is at work. I have deadlines looming. I have so many thins to do, I don’t know where to begin. There isn’t coffee in my hands. Things that make me smile?I hear my big boy helping his brother AND making…

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Saddest Rodeo Cowboy in the Circuit

Melancholy Cowboy That Sam I Am. That Sam I Am. Who doesn’t like green eggs and ham? Only people who are too nervous to try it. I do not know what it is about this little boy of mine, but he sure gets the melancholy mumps on a regular basis. He is sad in this picture because I won’t let him carry a woman’s purse. Poor kid. He doesn’t know all I do for his own good. To his future wife- you’re welcome.

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Sam At Bedtime. He got me again.

So. Samuel Fisher is a big movie quoter. Let’s be real. If you are going to be one of the children in this house, you have to be a movie quoter. AGAIN he wasn’t in his bed. I said, “FISH what are you doing? He said, in his best New York accent (which was phenomenal) “I WAS ON A SAFARI, BOB!” This is of course my favorite line from Return to Me delivered by Dick Cusack, John’s and Joan’s seriously awesome father. I cannot discipline under these circumstances.

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