Posts Tagged Under By Dawn Yun
Girlfriend, It’s Time to Move On
The baby and toddler years will always be amongst my most memorable memories. It wasn’t easy finding a group of women who felt the same exact way I did about mommying.
Volunteer for Brainless Tasks and Find Nirvana
I never feel more stupid than when I volunteer in my daughter’s kindergarten class.
Her teacher snaps out instructions. My job, I think, is to help the kids draw three pictures that describe their weekend and then write a one-sentence summation.
I’m supposed to help my daughter, Mimi, her friend, Anni, a boy, David, and a girl, Samantha.
“This way!” I say. Mimi goes the other way, as does giggling Anni, while David heads straight to his seat, as does Samantha.
By adminYou Never Know What Will Come Next
If ONLY I Could Be On Time
No matter how early I get up, I’m always late in bringing my daughter to school.
After spending a couple of hours at my desk writing in the morning, one would think that this initial sense of accomplishment would propel me to ensure that I would succeed in getting my daughter out the door, in the car and into her classroom on time.
It doesn’t.
It seems like there is always something. And that something always seems to come during the last, critical five minutes before school departure.
By Dawn YunMommy Has Free Time Alone!!!!!!!!!
My husband has taken the kids camping and left me to have a precious twenty-four hours to myself.
It is a gift.
I walked them to the SUV, gave kisses and hugs and waved as the car descended down the hill. Then I opened the gate, skipped down to the house and ran inside.
By Dawn YunWitty, Wild and STILL Only a Child
It has been well documented that after a baby comes, a woman’s brain cells go.
Big Mama Gets “It” & Wants to Lose IT
I was sitting in a café with another woman having coffee when she told me she had something she wanted to share.
“I used to weigh twenty-five pounds more than I do now. And I’ve kept it off ever since,” she said with a self-satisfied nod.
“R-e-a-l-l-y?” I said. “That’s, that’s great!”
By Dawn YunUndercover Secrets From a Mother Trying to Hide
Making the bed is a metaphor for my life.
If I make it — the day will go well. If I don’t — bad things can happen.
I make my bed.
Since I can’t reach my son’s top bunk bed, I leave it undone. But I figure that since it’s up so high, I get a metaphoric pass.
By Dawn YunObamarama!!!
Ouch! Children’s Fascination with Scars & Bruises
It was that time of the day again.
