I peer out the window and observe my two boys building fallen leaf piles and jumping into those leaf piles. My oldest creates a shovel with his hands. He pushes all the leaves back into a mound while my second watches. When the mound is big enough, both boys take a running leap. They jump …
“When will the leaves change colors, mommy?” my inquisitive four year old questions. Because I love the changing of the leaves, he loves the changing of the leaves. I point out different leaves whose colors and shapes interest me, noting the different shades of orange and yellow. Now my two year old, always the collector …
The waning sunlight splashed a beautiful golden hue on green leaves. The trees peacefully swayed in the light breeze. Walking the asphalt path beside our neighborhood pond, my husband held my hand in one and our dog’s leash in his other. I wore one little baby son, and my other toddler son diligently pushed his …
I watched my son bury a carrot deep into his hummus dish. He intricately excavated the covered carrot with his spoon, and proceeded to paint the kitchen counter with the hummus-filled spoon. Eyeing the mess that was becoming larger and larger, I could feel my mind running in two different directions. I was a pendulum …
Frustration was written all over my son’s face. From his red face to the tears in his eyes, I knew nothing I said was making any sense to him. I watched my son try over and over again to shove his high chair into the kitchen counter. He wanted to have his own chair to …
