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Emergency room report cards?

Dear Wendy,

I used to spend a lot of my time in the emergency room at our local children’s hospital. And by “a lot” I mean “many of the staff knew me on sight.” Of course, they all called me “Mum,” but I didn’t take it personally. They called all female adults that.

When you’re the parent of a child with asthma, emergency rooms are just a fact of life. Continue reading

On the cusp: Stories of motherhood

Dear Wendy,

A week or so ago, our friend Beth Havey from Boomer Highway asked me to take a look at her manuscript, A Mother’s Time Capsule. It’s a series of short stories about being a mother, growing up along with your kids.

I was delighted, and touched that she’d ask.

Last week was a bit hairy for me—learning a new software package for work, plus house showings, plus my trip to and from Toronto—but when I finally sat down with the stories over the weekend, I felt sorry I’d waited. Continue reading

A summer full of changes

Dear Wendy,

It’s happening again.

Somehow another school year has rolled past, and this week we’re off again to Toronto, to bring Rachel home from her third year of college.

Third year! It hardly seems possible—wasn’t it only a few months back that Mitchell and I pulled away from the dorm at Humber for the very first time, partly sad and partly thrilled at this new phase of our lives? Continue reading

Oh, baby!

A year ago, I was sitting in a hospital waiting room, anxiously awaiting (as one does) news of my daughter, who was in her nth day of labour.  I would have happily chewed my arm off, to relieve her of the pain of childbirth.  I scribbled on my iPad that day, trying to keep myself busy, while waiting, worrying, and, well…weminiscing. Continue reading

When kids do the right thing

Dear Wendy,

Hope you’re having a grand old time introducing your baby grandson to Moster Karen—I know she’ll adore him as much as the rest of us do! And as the proud Mormor, I’m sure you’re having the time of your life.

I was thinking yesterday about the things that make us proud of our kids (or our grandkids!), and realizing that while both of mine are accomplished in their chosen fields, that’s not the main thing that makes my heart swell with pride when I think of them. Continue reading

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