Twelve

Twelve

January 8, 2018. This is twelve. Watching my daughter gaze at the ocean, I want to whisper, “The whole world is yours.” Twelve is a precipice for both of us. She is coming into her own, while I am discovering how to mother my almost teenager. The preview...
Eleven

Eleven

January 8, 2017. This is eleven. I talked about her turning this age, but today, I repeat what I’ve said here before – I will never quite be able to embrace time’s passage. Eleven is inching toward grit and grace, the tween and teen years, the...
Almost Eleven

Almost Eleven

  Last night, I shifted through some old toys from my daughter’s closet. My eye caught the dull yellow of the faux cereal box and my fingers touched the mini-silver pots and pans and in my head I heard her five-year-old voice say, “Momma, do you want to...
Another Milestone

Another Milestone

As I sit down to contemplate my thoughts, I hesitate. Writing always makes the intangible pulse with a beat. My daughter and I spent last week in Dallas visiting family and attending a wedding of a childhood friend. I begged my daughter to let me snap this picture at...
Ten

Ten

Tonight will be the last night I tuck you in as a nine-year-old. Ten will greet us in the morning. Ten. I keep repeating this number over and over. Each time, tears brim in the corner of my eyes. I remember your first bath in our home, a small apartment in Texas. I...