Motherhood
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Soccer Moms
“Hurry up mom!” my son said as he ran out the back door. I grabbed my red cooler, filled with juice boxes and crackers, my coffee mug, my coat and wobbled out the door. Loading the car was always harder when my husband worked on weekends, which happened too often. However, I knew that if I needed help, my fellow soccer moms had me covered. “Why did you have to sign up for snacks today?” he whined as I got in the car, “I’ll get in trouble if I’m late!” I drove a little too fast, pressured by my young copilot. His hair was messy, but his socks and shin…
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Letting Go
I parked in my usual spot in the parking lot a little earlier than usual. The final bell of the year rang, followed by a wave of kaki and blue uniforms sprinting through the front door. I spotted her in the middle of her group of friends, her brunette hair separating her from her blonde peers. My mind raced to the day she was born, so tiny and fragile, but with lungs so loud they could wake up the whole neighborhood. Flashes of sleep deprived nights and diaper changes invaded my mind. In my young mom immaturity, I longed to see the light at the end of the dark tunnel…
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The Coronavirus Blessing
“Mom, I’m coming home” my son said. My heart cringed from the unexpected disappointment in his voice. It sounded colder than the icy March temperatures outside. College athletes juggle their tight schedules between training, playing and school, so home visits are few and far between. I wait for those phone calls that also include lists of meals and activities he wants to squeeze in during the weekend. Even though my work multiplies compared to my regular empty nester schedule, I embrace it and wait for it like a child waits for Christmas. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “The school decided to go fully online because of the Coronavirus,” he responded. “But…
