For those of us who knew her, I pray we will come together as a community and never let her kiddos forget the woman who smiled to all of us every day.
Gramma Sanchez was the most loved Gramma in my opinion.
I am just a sideline spectator now – watching with baited breath that he makes the right decisions and chooses the right path in life.
Walking on Legos is a rite of passage into parenthood.
Moms are all in the same boat – making our way through muddied waters called Motherhood. Day in and day out, we experience the same crap. And it doesn’t matter if you are a stay-at-home mom, working-mom or whatever-type-of mom.
Snakes are slithering through our yards. A craw-daddy with large claws has taken up residence in a mud-hole behind our basketball hoop. The coyotes hold nightly conventions in the woods behind our house.
At the heart of every chaotic scene is a mom who wants nothing more than to crumble at her feet and assume the fetal position. But she can’t. She has to take control of every situation and try to either improve it or end the behavior that started it in the first place.
Driving down the road, my mind wasn't on the drive at all. I wasn't paying attention at all. I make the 4 mile drive to the community park, once, if not twice per day. I was driving on auto-pilot.
I have a love-hate relationship with Pinterest. Some ideas are right up my crafty-alley. Others are just flops.
I thought, well maybe I could write about being a mom to a teenager. After all, I do have one of those living in my basement at the moment. But, since he rarely talks to me, he doesn’t give me enough material to write a daily blog about his life. No cash there.