Laura Kelly Fanucci blogs at Mothering Spirit, part of the CCblogs network.
The two girls I carry below my heart. The three boys who run circles around me all day long. I want them to be mine.
I refer to them as such, of course.
This is the first thing I know about you: you are girls.
This is still a stunning revelation to a mom of (previously) all boys.
Another morning is blueing into being over the thin horizon behind the dark trees. It is icy cold, fresh frost ringing the windows and slow snowflakes drifting down behind the glass.
I am trying to convince myself to get out of bed.
Before I had children, I had a hazy image of life with kids. I don’t think I idealized it as pure ease and smooth delight, but the montage of pictures that would flash through my mind looked much more like parenting’s “best of” reel.
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