To the Momma Up in the Middle of the Night

To the Momma Up in the Middle of the Night

Shhhhh. I won’t take much of your time. I know you’re busy. I know you’re tired. And I know that more than anything you wish you were sleeping and your little one (or not so little one anymore) was sleeping too. I thought I might keep you company for...
To the Momma Up in the Middle of the Night

For the Momma Whose Arms are Full

For the Momma Whose Arms are Full I had just turned off the lamp in my bedroom when I heard her cry from across the house. Just down the hall from her baby brother’s room, my four year old daughter’s confused words were faintly filtering through the baby monitor...
To the Momma Up in the Middle of the Night

I Don’t Think I Can Do This

She was on the other side of the wall in the next room. I couldn’t hear what the nurses were saying or her husband or friends. I couldn’t hear what words her family might have spoken to assure her. I couldn’t hear the calm words of the doctor or the likely beeping of...
To the Momma Up in the Middle of the Night

When We Hope They Will Forget…

He had worked so hard on his Lego creation. For over an hour he had sat at the kitchen table carefully piecing each block in place. I’m not sure if it slipped or if his little brother reached up and grabbed it. But the next thing I knew, it was shattered into a...
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