Although I wrote how much I wanted to embrace my children’s days as babies, however honest, but shallow, I can’t wait until they outgrow certain habits and ways of the early stages of their lives.
I have a difficult time accepting their growth and their changes because there is a part of me that just wants to keep them cradled in my arms. I want them always to be my babies, and I just don’t know how to let go.
Most of the time I’m trying to figure out things that seem so simple in a two-parent home, like how to take garbage to the dumpster, but in my case, I have to worry about how to accomplish such a task without leaving my children alone.
Vaseline helped even the chiziest of kids. There was a reason I was greased up with Vaseline when I was a child. I remember sweating underneath a thick layer of the grayish goo — it makes me laugh thinking about it.
After two children and so many changes in my life, I'm just trying to find and inspire myself again, and there's no better place to examine your soul than through artists' work and the testimonies of their lives.
I believe in meals cooked at home, eating dinners at the dinner table, eating a variety of foods, but I’m in need of some new recipes, something that is tasty, something that my children and I can enjoy. Do you know of any?
It was a very special moment for me. I don’t know why but it was precious. Heart-warming in the way they found comfort in each other. It made me happy because I know for their rest of their lives they will always have each other, and that special bond between brother and sister is strong as the traditions that define Diné life and the very meaning of family.
'What do I need to do for the babies before bedtime?' I ask myself. My thoughts tell me: two diapers, one warm bottle of formula, one Sippy cup filled with whole milk, Onesie for Edward, princess nightgown for Emma, two toothbrushes, one tube of Kids Crest and another tube of infant tooth gel.
I’d like to bury my children’s umbilical cords in a place of significance. I imagine all the modest and special places that many Diné children’s cords have been buried, over hundreds of years, since it is said that Diné life commences from the beginning of time.
Although she did not know how to articulate this new place, she knew this was ours, for now, and she happily took ownership of what she instinctively knew was her room.
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