The one constant of motherhood is that it defies expectation. The depth of my love and joy goes much deeper than I could have imagined. At the same time, I am often surprised by the things that are much more difficult than I thought they would be, like my daughter transitioning to nursery school. In… [Read More]
The Way My Daughter Will Remember My Grandmother
I am incredibly blessed to have had my grandparents in my life for the last 37 years. In my most recent essay on Kveller, I write about my beautiful, larger-than-life grandmother, and how I long to teach my daughter about her. Read the essay here.
almost ready.
My daughter and I are out for a walk around the block and her small hand is folded into mine. It is mild for March, and warm when we stand in the sunshine. We linger in these sunny spots on the street, letting the warmth seep into our skin. “Look at those flowers,” I point out to my… [Read More]
dance party.
“Mommy, I want to dance,” my daughter says, and begins to swing her hips back and forth, following the beat of the music playing on the radio. It is nearly 6pm and we are at our local grocer picking up dinner. The store is crowded but my daughter is the only child there, and I silently… [Read More]
Snow.
In the days leading up to last weekend’s snowstorm, I couldn’t escape the news about it. Comments about snow littered my Facebook feed and every time I turned on the TV, the storm was being discussed. Newscasters predicted an epic snowstorm with unprecedented snowfall and potential damage. With each passing day, my anxiety multiplied. I worried about uncontrollable events,… [Read More]
Separate.
“I don’t want a braid, I just want my hair down,” my daughter instructs the hairdresser. She is sitting in a pink toy Jeep at the kids’ hair salon and watching an Elmo movie while simultaneously directing how she wants her hair styled. It is late summer so the room is crowded with other kids… [Read More]
Dreidels and Christmas Lights
“Mommy, does Jenny play dreidel too?” my daughter asks me one day in anticipation of a play date. She has been learning about Chanukah in her temple pre-school. “No,” I answer. “Jenny doesn’t know how to play dreidel because she doesn’t celebrate Chanukah.” My daughter shoots me a quizzical look. Her little brow furrows and she seems confused…. [Read More]
A Kind Thanksgiving
On the ride home from nursery school, my daughter tells me that she learned the Turkey Song for Thanksgiving. I watch her in the rearview mirror as she bops her head from side to side while singing: “The turkey is a funny bird, it’s head goes wobble, wobble. And it only has one word: gobble, gobble, gobble!”… [Read More]
Making Time
“Mommy, how was yoga?” My daughter and I are walking out of her nursery school when she asks me this question. It is a warm day for the fall and I am relieved to have her hand in mine after our morning apart. “Oh, I didn’t make it to yoga. I just went to the… [Read More]
My Favorite Part
“Mommy, will you play with me?” My doe eyed daughter looks up at me as I frantically wash dishes in the sink. We are running late. We are always running late. She grabs my shirt, imploring me to sit with her. So I turn off the water and sink down to the hardwood floor…. [Read More]