Untethered Typings

I truly feel like I am in the golden years of motherhood. I absolutely love the ages my kids are. That they have their own amazing personalities that entertain, challenge, and surprise me. I get so much joy from the array of things we are able to do as a family of five. Dinner making. Weekends together. Movie watching. Reading. Board games. Sports – participating or watching. The list is long. There is so much joy for me right now and I am honestly head over heels in love with my family life. I feel warmth wash over me every single morning when I wake Graeme up and, still half-asleep, he reaches his arms around my neck and tells me good morning and that he loves me. My face aches from the smile produced when Anna asks if she can sing me the song she and her friends made up and sang in front of her class that day. I laugh the hardest at Lily’s hilarious comments on situations that are mature and always on-point (it may help that she and I have the same corn- uh, awesome sense of hum...

Well, hello. Here we find ourselves again. How odd, given my blogging track record, but anyway … I thought I might take a stab at capturing the impact I’ve felt regarding my last post . If you haven’t read it yet, doing so would make this here a fair bit easier to follow (but no guarantees on it being actually easy to follow because, well, ME .) So this post of which I speak, it’s the one where, prior to posting, inside me a prize fight had been waged: with near-terror in the face of rejection and awkwardness in one corner and the incredibly simple desire to just say, to express a thing because it mattered to me in the other. (The latter abetted, to a degree, by an increased swirling within me as I age of what some might call steadily upward levels of confidence. I, however, call it simply as I know it to be: just giving incrementally less of a shit about others’ potential perceptions). With the many articles, posts and general commentary about Bell Let’s Talk Day that were posi...