The safety dork in me says, “I wish he were in a car seat.”
The rocker in me says, “Get that kid a drum set!”
To all of the women out there (and the people who love them) who have delt with pregnancy loss or the loss of a child. Mother’s Day is bittersweet for people who have experienced loss. While we are so grateful for the love in our lives that we have, this day is often also a reminder of what we have lost. So for those folks out there experiencing the mixed emotions of this day, I send you a hug. In the words of poet Max Ehrmann, to day is a reminder to “Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.” Especially if those plans didn’t work out.
You know you are a mom when you go shopping for yourself and end up buying mostly things for your kid. I should never visit stores with a kid’s department. Never!!
Please stop using the faux-word “Mompraneur.” Just because a female entrepreneur is a mother, and is inspired by her family life to establish a business doesn’t mean she needs “mom” added to her descriptor. When a father starts a business no one calls him a “dadpraneur.” He’s just an unremarkable “entrepreneur.” The term mompraneur is just sexist and condescending—as if her idea is less valuable, or even “cute” because she’s a mom. Mothers who start business are doing something no different from other business developers: identifying a need for a product or service and filling that need. They aren’t mompraneurs. They are just entrepreneurs. Show some respect and don’t dumb-down their descriptor. I’ll step off my soap-box now.
Thank you,
FullyD
Eating is the highest form of flattery. Maurice, if I could feed your books to my family for dinner I would. Instead, we will just read In the Night Kitchen and shed a tear for the man who inspired so many creative and adventurous moments. You will be missed.
dailychao:
From Friday Reads’ Facebook Page (h/t Sarah Grace Delia)
Beautiful tribute to Adam Yauch. Watched this first thing this morning, and started my day in tears. A beautiful, gentle, yet powerful reminder of how ever-present the Beastie Boys were in my teen years. Much love out there to all the folks out there fighting cancer, loving ones who are, and everyone who cares for ‘em.
