In the water, time washes away. Worries are diluted. There’s just my strong, weightless body and laps that I lose count of.
Just a Writer Who Moms
Category: Essays
Maybe we’re all a little John Bender. Acting out to see what happens, pushing back against the rules, insulting everyone and no one.
This is the paradox of parenting. I’ve raised them to be secure enough to forge their own paths, while I enter my empty nest phase.
The world judges all the time. But perhaps in motherhood failures we are truly finding how to succeed at raising good and healthy kids.
My son discovered James Dashner’s series, The Maze Runner, a year or two ago. He’s been reading the books — interspersed with his other favorites,…