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Just Write: The Magic of Quiet.

by Amber on July 2, 2013

My life is full of noise. Full of pushes and pulls. Of, “Mommy, UP”s, of “Hey, could you help me with this?”s and of “What should we have for dinner?”s.

It’s full of background noise, too. The laughter of coworkers. The sing songy words of a playing child. The scritch scratches of a drawing husband.

My life is full. And that is a very, very good thing. 

But every once in a while, after days filled with deadlines, evenings filled with tantrums, and nights filled with animals crying plaintively while plopping on top of kidneys, it all becomes too much.

My head starts aching. My temper starts snapping.  Sometimes, I even end up with a nasty toothache that has me calling the dentist, only to realize that it’s not a cavity…just the physical manifestation of a constantly clenched jaw.

That’s when I know I need a little quiet.

A little time to listen to the birds sing. To watch the flowers blow in the wind. To write in the silence of my own mind.

my garden, as seen from over the top of my computer

That’s when I fire off an email to my working world and let them know that they won’t be seeing me that day. That I’ll be working hard, but invisible to them.

That’s when I shuttle my kid off to school, then turn the car around and head Home. To the silence.

Then I spend my day traveling from a comfy spot on my couch, to my favorite chair in the sun, to a rickety old chair at the kitchen table.

I write hard. Furiously. At a pace I never quite manage at the office.

I take breaks to pet furry heads, sniff flowers, and walk barefoot in the grass.

And as I watch the clock tick down, it’s bittersweet.

My life is noisy and full and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

But sometimes? I just need a little quiet.

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When Reality and New Mommyhood Collide.

by Amber on September 15, 2011

So you have a new baby. You have a new baby and you’re thrilled. And exhausted. And head over heels in love. And exhausted. And giddy with joy.  And exhausted.

But mostly you’re just determined to be the very best mommy you can be. Come hell or high water, coffee-less mornings or gassy, vomiting babies, you. Will. Rock. This.

That’s great.  Really, it is.

tori in the jungle

Welcome to the jungle...err, Motherhood.

But you know what? There are going to be times when you feel like you don’t rock. Moments when you wonder what the hell you were thinking when you threw away those birth control pills. Days when you’re pretty sure that you suck at being a mom.

You might not be as wild about breastfeeding as you think you should be.

You might not be as patient as you think you should be.

Your house might be messier than you think it should be.

Your life might be way less organized than you thought it would be.

You might feel more conflicted about your about your decision to work or stay at home than you thought you would be.

You might cry. Or yell. Or completely lose your mind.

You might let your daughter watch an episode of Sesame Street so you can zone out for a little bit. Or force your son cry it out when you just can’t take it anymore.

And that might feel unforgivable.

But you know what? It’s okay. All of it. Because here’s the secret: you don’t have to be perfect.

Or even close. You just don’t.

Because, and here’s the other secret—no one is. No one’s perfect. And anyone who tries to tell you she is? Has her head so far up her butt she doesn’t know what the sun looks like anymore.

So throw out those parenting books. Lower your expectations. And just relax.

You can do this. You will do this. It won’t always be fun, but it will be worth it. I promise.

Mama’s Losin’ It


Finding Your Blogging Tribe.

June 30, 2011
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Tweet Just as in real life, people (and their blogs) come and go in the blogging world. Women you consider to be good friends today might disappear into the ether tomorrow. And, since it’s difficult to judge tone and intent from a few flat lines of text, it’s easy to inadvertently offend someone—sometimes to the […]

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Confession Time.

November 11, 2010

Tweet I confess… To holding back the best candy on Halloween so I have plenty of Reese’s products to get me through the holiday season. To feeding my daughter chicken nuggets. At least twice a week. And no, they’re not organic. To getting angry at the scale for not showing me a loss—even when I […]

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