Not One, But Two

Our children’s milestones

Unleash all sorts of feelings

That threaten to undo us,

With love and pride

And tears of joy.

While many parents are aglow

With new profile pics of their

Soon-to-be 8th grade graduates

I find myself finally acknowledging

The enormity of what it took

To prepare not one, but two daughters,

Born 10 minutes apart,

For Kindergarten,

First Communion,

The ups and downs of friendships,

Science Camp,

Projects and papers,

Homework and tests,

Graduation and the new journey of high school.

I don’t often play the twins mom card

But these years, months, weeks, days

Leading up to this moment

Give me pause for the sheer wonder

Of how we made it this far

With these brave, young women

Who inspire us every day

With their individuality and intelligence

In a world that often only sees them

As one.


There for You

The noise in a room full of chatter

Became too much for your soul

To bear.

The world came tumbling down

In a moment.

I sought to comfort you

Like my child, trying to ease the pain.

I blocked out everyone,

Caring only for you.

I desperately wanted you to

Fight the tears and confusion

But knew that would not pass

As I gently stroke your hair to

Let you know I was there

For you, mom.

Calm My Soul

Disruptive living

Creates chaos,

Conflict, and


That undo me.

Yesterday, my intention was

A request to God

To calm my soul,

In whatever comes my way.

I had no idea that I would

End up at the hospital

To find out if my mom

Had a heart attack (she did not).

Through the endless waiting,

I willed myself to be calm

For me as much as for her.

Her childlike wonder

Cast its own surrealism

As she didn’t know why she was there.

My heart broke several times

With the knowledge that

This is the beginning of a

Long ending.

Moms and Daughters

We are moms and daughters

Who love loving the people

In our lives.

We are women in different seasons,

From new teenagers to 80-something.

We watch our daughters in awe

As they talk about their lives–

The challenges and joys,

Laughter and tears,

Hopes and dreams.

Our mom selves listen intently

Before sharing our stories

From earlier lives

When we didn’t know our path.

Our journeys have molded us

Into our womanhood that we

Hope to pass on to our daughters

Gathered around today

To celebrate us.