Daddy
It slips out of her pretty, little three-year-old lips like she had been calling him that all her life. But she hadn’t. In fact, she hasn’t even met this man. It stunned me and said, “Baby, you know he’s not your daddy, right?”
Tag Archives: parenting
Hey Momma! I Don’t Care What You Think
Funny story, I saw you point at me at the last preschool event and start whispering to the lady next to you. Frankly, I find your actions immature but I am choosing to enlighten other mothers on the downfall of your child’s friend’s parents.
Thanks, Chef Mom
By Nicole Marissa “Another party invite, great!” Cue the eyeroll!
Small Town Life
By Sarah Baker For me, growing up was different from the way most kids did it. Yet thousands of people grew up in the world I lived in as a kid. My parents moved me around a lot, and I went to a lot of schools. And I mean A LOT! I can only remember […]
Mr. On-again Off-again Drops Knowledge
I went to see him. I had sworn him off but something about him always draws me back. Maybe it’s his laid back approach to life, his unconditional love for his daughter or his confidence but it’s something.
Mini-Rant of the Day 4.25.15 “Text me back”
I told the other parent that they could see my daughter at 2:00 p.m. today. When JR asked me where, I said I wasn’t sure because we had errands to run today. In other words, person who does not raise O, I am not sure when we will get out of the house due to […]
Letter to My Daughter #1
Dear Baby Girl, Every morning I pause for 5 minutes just to stare at your beautiful cherub face. I pull you close and smell the nape of your neck, then plant what feels like a million kisses all over your face and head. I really don’t want to leave, but I know I must. Some […]
5 Ways to Reconnect with Your Toddler in 10 Minutes
We all know that mom who seems to wear a cape. She can do her work, cook and make motherhood look like a breeze. And then, there is the rest of us, we trudge off to work, come home and pray everything gets done before bedtime.
I Accept Your Selfishness, but…
What about Papoose? A few months before he accepted the job closer to my daughter and I, my former spouse texted me to tell me about poop on what used to be my dog’s butt. And all the while, never once mentioned my daughter.
