For reference, see character thumbnails. [Nell’s childhood bedroom; night; NELL is pacing and mumbling agitatedly; she hears a knock at her door; she goes to answer it] NELL: [disbelieving] William Farris is knocking. Now he’s in my room. [WILL starts to come in but NELL makes to send him out] WILL: C’mon, Nell, don’t be … Continue reading The Linguist (Scene 7)
I am so happy Sharon– author of Becoming Mother –said this! I have suffered so much guilt from dropping my daughter off. I even project that guilt onto my daughter’s teachers, making me think they hate me for daring to send her to school. I’ve often felt that the only societally justifiable jobs to forgo being a STAHM are nurse or teacher, but I try to remind myself that it’s (mostly) all in my head.
Some women tear up as they leave their children at daycare for the first time.
I practically skip inside.
Grin from ear to ear.
I. LOVE. DAYCARE.
Last Monday was Henry’s first day of daycare. Another daycare mom saw me taking him inside and asked if it was his first day. After I nodded, she jumped out of her van and gave me the biggest hug and said, “Isn’t it great!”
“YESSS!!!” I yelled.
“With the first one, you’re bawling about it and then the second, you’re just like ‘have fun!'”
She gets it.
It’s true. The first time we started daycare was much more involved and made me a little nervous. We spent about 20 minutes going through the list of critical bits of information that the infant teacher needed to know to feed, change, and soothe our baby to sleep.
She likes to be rocked to sleep while…
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How Instagram & Pinterest actually make it harder for you to be happy in your own life. A problem I've frequently encountered with social media is comparing my life to others', especially, in this case, on Pinterest and Instagram. Seeing professionally photographed photos of a designer's living room next to my now-seemingly-dingy living room (for … Continue reading The Instagram Effect
I recreated myself, unintentionally, through motherhood at age 20. Having never planned on children at any stage, my pregnancy came as an unwelcome surprise. I worried what my father would think, how I would handle my course load and my finances, that I would have to get an episiotomy. I mostly worried that I would … Continue reading I Recreated Myself
Akiba and his fiancé sat on the couch while his mother stood in the kitchen making banga and looking in on them. Akiba was busily biting off his fingernails and the dead skin around his cuticles. His fiancé was staring at the television but did not appear to be paying attention to the program. Her … Continue reading Little Nigeria