Mission Statement

We are a people who tell stories in one form or another.
After all isn't blogging just another way to gather around and tell those stories?

Motherhood is Painless is about finding the humor in the every day. In finding the happiness in those stories that we tell. What would happen if we *all* learned to laugh at ourselves? Maybe then the dark corners would recede a bit and we would all rejoice at the love we find there.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Marching Onward

It's March 1, a significant date here. Seventeen years ago, I went out on a date. In fact, it was the last first date I ever went on.

We ate Spanish food, played skeeball and other games, ate sorbet for dessert and we talked late into the night.

Today, he got up with the kids, got Sunday breakfast, and helped the kids with their homework. We cleaned our bedroom and hugged each other tightly. We know how rare what we share is.

He's off traveling today, but he's here in my heart and in the sweet smiles of our two kids.

I love you, babe.

Monday, February 9, 2015

Mid Winter Blues

Here it is another Monday morning. Freezing rain is falling (again) and the kids are off at school.

I'm sitting here, basking in the artificial glow of a sun lamp - it's very bright - meant to simulate morning light, and counter the grim and dark days of February. I'm not sure that it works, honestly. But we live in a basement, and there's a large part of our apartment that doesn't get any outside light at all, and I'll take what I can get.

I just asked Dave to tell me the first word that popped into his head. Because I can't think this morning. So he said "blah"

Funny.

At least I'm not alone.

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Fresh With No Mistakes, or How I Challenged Myself with the #typeachallenge

I've done the first month of #typeachallenge assignments.

You can see one of them above - write a mission statement for your blog. Harder than you'd think, really. But, it dovetails so nicely with the other two assignments for the month that it came to me fairly easily.

First, I had to think of something I wanted to focus on for the coming year. Ever since I started on this Type-A journey last summer, I've wanted to get more people to read these words. At the exact same time, I've wanted to write more deeply from my heart.

I had to create a blogging calendar for the coming year. I sat with that for a while and decided that I would chose 12 appropriate themes, one per month and write on those subjects.

Appropriately, the theme I chose for January is New Beginnings.
I like the way this feels, like Anne Shirley said "Isn't it nice to know that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?"

Not that I think the past blogging I've done has been riddled with problems, but I think this challenge will help direct me a lot more, and make me stronger as a writer by the end.

I hope so.

Monday, January 5, 2015

Kick back and enjoy

I thought I was doing well there for a while. I was writing, chugging along.

But here it is, January. A whole new year stands bright and shiny ahead of us, and I haven't actually written anything substantial here in months.

What has been going on - well, the kids are enjoying school, and we've finally sorted out all the nonsense that comes along with that. After school activities are well in hand, as well. And we are all enjoying them.

But me - I have next to nothing to say. I feel bad about that, I do, and I've tried. But when I sit here, nothing comes out, and it feels false to put words to the screen without feeling behind them.


But!

I signed up for a blog challenge. Deep breath. Standing on the springboard.
Here.
I.
Go

http://typeaparent.com/2015challenge.html

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Make Me an Instrument

I wish I had better words today. Words to resonate, reflect and teach, but I am weak. I am scared and sad for the world. So much hatred, so much hurt and sadness.



He said it so much more eloquently than I ever could. May your hearts find lightness and love today, and all days. 

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Falling Further In

After the last year, it seems almost wrong to admit to loving the autumn this time around. I feel like a Pollyanna to admit to wanting to embrace the brightly colored leaves and cooling weather.

I don't remember how old I was when my dad would start these speeches about the turning of the seasons, "The leaves start turning colors, and the air gets crisp. Fall is a wonderful time of the year...."

At the time I thought it was corny.  (I must have been a teenager, come to think of it.) Mostly because the start of every season meant another speah. "Ahh...springtime...."

But now, I'm grown, I have kids of my own, and I think I'm starting to understand the need to mark time like this. The kids are growing so fast now, learning, stretching, pushing. And time marches on, so we comment on the leaves falling, and the cold coming, because we cannot stop it, not even if we tried.