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What I Want To Be When I Grow Up
In the second grade, I wrote the all important essay on what I wanted to be when I grew up. On a brown piece of wide lined paper, in pencil, I wrote: “When I grow up I want to be a hair stylist and make $25 a week. If that doesn’t work out I guess I’ll be a plain old mom.” Well, guess what? The hairstylist thing didn’t come to fruition and I turned out to be a plain old mom. Being a mom was always HUGE on my list of what I wanted to be. And I knew when I had kids, I wanted to stay home with them.…
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Why My Son Has Green Hair
My 15 year old son has green hair. Before that it was pink with dyed with colorful flowers. And before that it was half pink, half purple. What I tell myself is I don’t care anymore. He’s the youngest of six. I’ve been parenting for 29 years and I’m tired. But of course, I care. I care about his health, mentally and physically. I care about his heart and if he’s kind to others (he’s not when he plays video games. We’re working on that). I care about his goals and what I can do to support him. What I don’t care about, is his hair color. I wasn’t always…
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When a Child is Suicidal
The text read “I did something dumb. Please take care of Lily” It was late, I usually don’t hear my texts come in or my phone ring. But I did that night. I called my daughter or she called me. It’s a blur. She had taken a bunch of pills. Washed them down with alcohol. She still sounded fine but groggy. I didn’t panic, I felt calm. I was 400 miles away and she didn’t need my chastisement or probing questions. She needed her mom. The thing is, we had been here before. Makenzie started feeling depression and anxiety in college. She was always my strong-willed, wear-her-heart-on-her-sleeve, sensitive girl. There…