Author: Jennifer Wood Laird
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An Unforeseeable Victory
I didn’t plan for it to happen. It was an impromptu moment. Perhaps it was kismet. Last night, I suggested something to my preteen son and little did I know the 20 minutes to follow boosted my mothering career and probably had the power to eradicate at least twenty of my bad mothering moments. Being…
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We’re on the no plan plan…
A full Saturday with nothing on the calendar can be compared to the elation a teacher feels when the phone rings to signify the cancellation of school! It doesn’t happen very often, but when it does, I can instantly let go of obligations and stress and find myself able to engage in the best conversations…
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Time For the “Seasonal Size Up”
There are so many wonderful reasons to live in a climate where four very different seasons are presented to you like a highly anticipated gift. Spring is in the air, but this time of year seems to bring more disappointment than any other season. For the most part, this week has been calm, sunny, and…
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That first sip.
Almost thirteen years into parenthood, I can fully accept most quiet moments will be loudly interrupted, most tantrums happen unexpectedly, and while I’m in full control of my trio, I have no control over my day’s adventures. I have fully accepted this. From the moment those three set of feet hit the ground, I plan…
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Mama Down!
On the first day of March, my cold came in like a lamb with a scratchy, sore throat (but Abby did the laundry.). On the second day of March, my cold was a reality because my nose started dripping like freshly tapped maple trees (but Maggie took my temperature…about 800 times). On the third day…
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There was a slight “implosion of my cool”
“You’re an antagonizer! And you, you’re temperamental, and you’re just acting like the baby.” And, the Oscar for Worst Mother goes to… Yep, that was me starring in my one of my finest roles in motherhood. This not-so-great-moment was brought to you by the hustle and bustle of parent/teacher conference week; a week devoted to…
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There’s no vowel in PMS
It’s true. There is no vowel in PMS, and it couldn’t have made me happier for my first grade reader to recognize this fact. Prior to her blurting out this fast fact, I was snuggling with my 11 year old, Abby, at bedtime and trying to have a very serious conversation about moods, body changes,…
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Damn Door
Most people look to my Magdalyn for free smiles with a side of belly laughter. She’s a bold, brassy (and borderline sassy) seven-year old who’s mastered the use of the eye roll. As her mother, I’m usually on the defense waiting for her personality to be misconstrued. One of my most favorite pastimes (okay, of…
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