During this last spring break my daughter and I found ourselves outside of Build-A-Bear store entrance. Part by crazy logistical construction detour chance, part by my daughter’s persistence, and despite my reluctance to walk in that general direction, we found ourselves standing at the very door of this mother-load of memories. This was it, hers and daddy’s place, where they built that tacky pink unicorn which I regularly hid from […]
I often overheard my young mother say this in conversation with her friends, when I was little. She didn’t really mean it, nor she was conscious of the profound effect that hearing this had on me, on my early attitude towards children, and my decision if and when to become a parent in life. I have since “come to my senses”, and have placed the major saccharine mind F* k […]
My daughter is almost 8, and one of the most intoxicating, euphoric things I stupidly still do with her, is carry her around in my arms every chance I get. I carry her to bed at night, I carry her out of bed in the morning and I pick her up spontaneously when ever the opportunity presents itself or she does something insanely cute. This need for carrying my offspring […]
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