As Long As I’m Living

Yesterday was Mother’s Day here in the United States. It marked my 15th Mother’s Day and I have to say, that is a weird thing to type. Well, the 15th part is weird. Fifteen times I’ve “celebrated” Mother’s Day as a mother? No way. And, yet, it is true.

I have a few crystalline Mother’s Day memories. The first was when Mister Soandso was my handsome boyfriend and showed me a book he was mailing home to his mom for Mother’s Day. It was Robert Munsch’s I’ll Love You Forever. If you are wondering how many pages I got through before I was crying, I think the number was something close to none. If you don’t know the story behind the book, please read here.

The beauty of that book, besides all the freaking beautiful parts of it, is that every person who has ever read the book makes up their own song to sing while reading it and that’s exactly how Mr. Munsch thinks it should be. That’s a universal story, right there folks. Continue reading

How Parenting Changed My Bookshelves

We all expect that becoming a parent will change things. Stretch marks, sleep deprivation, going out in public with vomit in your hair. Carrying no fewer than four changes of clothing in your purse along with 3 pacifiers and crushed Cheerios, studying poop — we expect these things. But the one thing I never expected was how becoming a mom would drastically change the contents of my bookshelves as well as how I perceive the books on those shelves.

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