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November 30, 2005

One day's worth of questions

By Jennifer

"Mommy," they ask...

"Does smoke turn into air?"

"But WHERE in your ear is the smallest bone in your body?"

"How do boats float?"

"Why is 'does' pronounced 'duz' and 'goes' pronounced 'goze'?"

"Why is the 'k' silent in 'know'?"

"Why can't I marry Daddy?"

and finally:

"How come the numbers never end?"

Jennifer is a thirtysomething mother of four little girls, Mary (6), Kate (4), and twins Elizabeth and Frances. She lives with her husband and daughters in Baton Rouge, Louisiana.

November 29, 2005

Author Interview: Jennifer Margulis on "Toddler"

By Kelly

This week I’ve attempted to write two sentences in a row no less than 732 times. I remember this stage of parenting -- what I think of as The Hellish and Beautiful Toddler Years -- from the first time around. I just wish I’d learned some useful coping skills when I did all of this a long decade ago.

I got lulled into a false sense of security with my first child, Tyler, because reasoning and meaningful questions like, “Do you know how you feel all tight in your chest, and like slamming things around when you get interrupted too many times while you’re reading?” have been part of his lexicon for quite a while.

The same cannot be said for Lila, which is why I’m madly typing this on my ancient laptop in the truck, while Ty is at his Kidprov & Socratic Think Tank meeting, and Lila is catching a contorted but much-needed nap in her car seat.

At 27 months, Lila responds best to two- or three-word directives combined with distraction, the success of which generally involves getting up from whatever I’m working on and playing with her. I don’t really know how to play with children, so I’m not enjoying this now any more than I did the last time.

I get it that stirring air with a plastic spoon, and sipping air out of a plastic cup for an hour at a time, “Taste this, Mumma,” thrills my girl’s heart. I just have no idea how to do it joyfully each time, a constant repeat of words and action for so long, without my mind working over the day’s to-do list, or editing my current writing project in my head. I feel like I so seldom know how to be truly present with my children.

Toddler_1Some longed-for inspiration came my way when Jennifer Margulis sent me a copy of the anthology she edited. Jennifer and I are on a small e-mail list of writers, a support group of women spread out across the country.

Reading "Toddler: Real-Life Stories of Those Fickle, Irrational, Urgent, Tiny People We Love" in bed at night, a black T-shirt draped over the lamp shade to tone the light down, Lila’s sweaty feet pushed against my legs, her plump arm thrown across my chest, I feel like I have found a support group for People Who Parent Toddlers. They come straight to bed with me, and give me permission to wish I had more time for my creative life, and to think I can learn to embrace this difficult, but short phase.

Jennifer let me ask her some questions about writing and motherhood. I hope you find some inspiration in her responses. I know I did.

Kelly Ferry: Have you found any resources or tools that have helped you to balance writing and parenting?

Jennifer Margulis: I actually compiled "Toddler" because I was looking for a book like it and couldn't find one. My girls were 19 months apart and my toddler broke her leg when her sister was just a few weeks old. I had two children in diapers who couldn't walk, one who smelled like amniotic fluid. I was exhausted but hungry for help and I realized I wanted to hear other stories by women about parenting toddlers, but there was no book out there about that. The most helpful books for me, both for my parenting and my writing, have been books of real-life stories. I really enjoyed "Mothers Who Think" and "Operating Instructions" because neither book told me what to do or how to do it. They just shared, with honesty and poignancy, what other women were doing.

I think every woman carves out her own parenting and writing space and that configuration looks very different. My husband grew up with an alcoholic single mom who sent him to preschool when he was very small and I was raised mostly by nannies. Probably because of our painful childhoods, when we decided to have children we knew we wanted to raise them ourselves. My children almost always come first so finding time to write is always a juggling act. A fellow writer with three kids, who works from home, sent me an e-mail a few days ago, which read, "Isn't this whole concept of Balance just Bullshit?" I think it's something we are all looking for but it is the rare person who has truly found it.

KF: How much time per day do you spend writing? Revising?

JM: It depends. We are a very deadline-driven family as my husband is also a writer. Usually I drop my oldest daughter at school at 8:30, get home at about 9:00 and write, edit, and do work until noon or one o'clock. Then I take over with the kids and my husband spends the afternoon working. We reconvene at dinnertime. On Wednesdays I only work for about an hour as James and I (with our 4.5 year old Athena) take turns volunteering at Hesperus's school that day and the person not at school is home with the little one.

Although I do not write fast, I work very quickly and I tend to be very efficient. I have so little time that I cannot waste it. I keep wondering what I did with all that pre-kid time. I feel like if I knew then what I know now about how precious time is and how little of it I'd have for myself, I could have conquered the world, so to speak!

KF: Are your children aware of the prominent place they hold in your writing? If so, what do they tell you they feel about it?

JM: I like this question! They are very interested in my writing and Hesperus, who is six, always asks me what articles I'm working on. Then we talk about Capoeira or breastfeeding, or whatever is the subject of my latest research. I recently wrote a column about her called "A Six Year Old Gets a Little Silly" and I read it to her. She laughed so hard and made me read it to her three more times. A lot of her friends' parents read my column and comment to her on it. Strangers often stop me on the street, because they either recognize me from my photo in the paper, or recognize my children's names. At this age, my kids love reading and hearing about themselves.

KF: Do you read blogs? If so, how long do you spend reading blogs?

JM: Forgive me, but I don't usually have time to read blogs. I don't read a lot on the Internet, as I am still an old-fashioned book kind of a girl.

KF: You write a newspaper column, and there are more mom blogs popping up in newspapers than ever before. Have you considered a blog? If so, what factors might compel you to write one? What might inhibit you?

JM: I have not considered keeping a blog but I do want to get my column, "Tales From the Crib," syndicated. Perhaps starting a blog would help with this. The Internet, which I use and appreciate every day, can be such a time drain. I have so little time that I am a little wary of starting down that path.

KF: Is good writing for newspapers different from other forms of good writing? If so, how?

JM: My columns are in sound bytes of approximately 700 words. I think the word count really limits how much you can say. At the same time, I've been surprised at how much substance can go into such a short piece. It really forces you to stay on track and to make every word count.

KF: Talk about where your ideas come from, how you keep track of them, and whether any parts of your life are "off-limits" as writing topics.

JM: Other than the F word being edited out from one story about Athena's homebirth (in the story I scream at my husband, whom I've ordered not to call anyone for hours, to call the f*@#ing midwives,) the only off-limit topic is James. I actually write a lot about him but I have to clear it with him first. We live in a relatively small town (20,000 people live in Ashland) and I once wrote in a column that we met while he was wearing a black cocktail dress. He didn't appreciate all of Ashland learning about that. He doesn't really censor my column but I do have to read it to him -- and get it okayed by him -- IF it's about him, first.

Ideas? I always have ideas. I used to be an insomniac and spent hours up at night with ideas swarming in my head. Thankfully I'm a better sleeper now but I am still full of ideas. I usually have 3-4 columns in inventory at any given time because there is so much I want to write about (and I travel sometimes and don't want to be caught at the 11th hour without a column lined up). When we went to Europe this summer and the start of the trip was a disaster I wrote a funny column about it. Just knowing I would write about it helped me live through the hours of cleaning up vomit in France. My children are always doing quirky, interesting things that I write about. I observe people a lot -- with and without their children -- and those observations give me ideas. I have very strong political ideas and those often become part of my columns.

KF: What impact has your writing life had on your family life?

JM: This is an interesting question, too. I was reading a column aloud to the family and James said, "It's so nice that you are writing all of this down." Writing insures that we have a record of our lives and that we will remember many of the things that are so easily forgotten. We also keep journals; a family journal that we all write and draw in, and invite friends and relatives to make notes in. We also keep a journal for each of our three children.

KF: Do you find it is possible to have a writing life that is separate from the web of a busy family life?

JM: The three hours of work I do in the morning is separate from family life but not really. There are always interruptions. As I am often writing about my children, they are never really far away.

Kelly Ferry lives in Northeast Ohio with her husband, teen son, and toddler daughter. She writes when she can, thinks about writing when she can't, and knows more will be revealed.

November 28, 2005

Where's the Mom?

By Kimberly

I took The Ladies to see "Chicken Little" last week. They of course loved it. It was, after all, standard Disney fare. Plucky Underdog hero? Check. Adorable anthropomorphized animals? Check. Catchy Songs? Check. Dead mother? Check.

What is it with Disney and Mothers? Dumbo. Bambi. Lilo. Nemo. And Chicken Little. All motherless. And that's just the short list of the A-string characters. When they're not killed outright, they're glaringly absent. (I still have flashbacks to the theatre full of sobbing preschoolers and the fateful realization of "Where's the mom???" in "Finding Nemo." I imagine my own mother feels the same way about that gunshot in Bambi.)

Is it, as some critics argue, a dark conspiracy against mothers? Evidence of Walt's own mother issues continuing to permeate the corporate culture and cultural consciousness that is Disney? A not so subtle statement that women are of no value to the family unit after their reproductive functions have been met? I'll be honest, I do sometimes worry about what my daughters are taking away from this continuous model of the disposable woman. Will they see the role of mother as superfluous? 

But really, I don't believe there is a sinister agenda behind the routine elimination of the Disney mother. I believe the agenda at work here is just easy (and rather lazy) storytelling. The absent mother creates instant drama. She leaves behind an ill-equipped parental figure; she paves the way for a horrific stepmother; she kickstarts the maturation process of the hero.

Maybe Disney's willingness to take mothers out of the picture isn't a statement about Moms being disposable.Maybe by using an absent mother to heighten the drama, they are illustrating just how important Mom is in our culture.

Kimberly is a proudly lazy, solo mom by choice to Sabrina (6) and Regan (1). She lives with them in Ontario, Canada.

November 27, 2005

Learning to be thankful

By Jo

Growing up, Thanksgiving was anything but picturesque and filled with family togetherness. At our house the holiday was filled with mean comments about the food, complaints about family, and the only thing to be thankful for was making it to dessert without a fight. I always wondered if this was how holidays were truly meant to be.

Once I grew up and had my own family I realized that holidays could be so much more. Thanksgiving finally became a day of good food, wonderful company, and thankfully no fists were ever thrown. I was able to teach my children to be thankful for all the things we had and not focus on what we lacked.

This year is very special. As a family we have made it through several cancers, surgeries, adjusting to life with a rare disorder, the loss of a loved one, and a job transfer that moved us across the country. It’s been both hard and busy, to say the least.

Having to go through our own trials has opened our eyes a little wider to the hardships of others. Our thoughts can’t help but be with the victims of this year’s hurricanes and tornadoes. The words “thank you” don’t seem like enough to show our gratitude to the brave men and women serving our country both at home and abroad. Joy hardly begins to describe what I feel knowing that I am alive and able to listen to my children do something as simple as argue over what float in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade is best.

I’d love to have the traditions and warmth from generations before to pass on to my kids, but instead they will grow up knowing they are a part of making new traditions that we can all cherish and pass on to the generations to come.

Jo is a 30-year-old mother of three miracles (14, 11, and 2 1/2), a wife to Vinny, a poet, an aspiring writer, and a three-time cancer survivor.

Charity begins at birth

By Kris

Want to help your children understand charity this holiday season? Here are some ways to spark a "spirit of giving" that will last a lifetime.

Decide together. Charitable causes abound. Give your children choices, and let their interests lead you.

Sample the options. They include:

  • Soup kitchens. Kids can tag along or pitch in. Even toddlers can help select and deliver food.
  • Animal shelters. Help feed dogs or clean cages; donate food or supplies.
  • The sick or elderly. Kids can wrap presents, cook or do yard work. Younger ones can share books, sing songs or give hugs.
  • Bake sales. Cook together for events at school, your community center or place of worship.
  • "Angel trees." Help your child pick out gifts for a girl her own age. Or encourage him to sacrifice something from his wish list.
  • A family charity jar. Parents can skip lunches out, kids can give part of their allowance.
  • Toy donations. Buy new ones for Toys for Tots, or pass used ones on to Goodwill.

Talk about it. How did giving make them feel? For what are they grateful? Young children can draw pictures, older kids can write in a journal. And everyone can contribute to thank you notes.

Make it a habit. Whether once a week or once a season, make giving back part of the family routine.

How are you teaching charity?

Kris is a thirtysomething stay-at-home mom who lives north of Boston with her family.

November 26, 2005

A mother's need to protect

By Jenn

From the moment my doctor placed my son in my arms after 28 hours of labor, my first thought was Whew! The hard part is over! (Yes, now I do realize that the hard part was just beginning. Like I said, it was my first baby.) It was then that I felt the first stirrings of deep, primal feelings. Maternal feelings. Among them, that feeling of protection. I looked into that tiny, brand new face and knew that nothing would keep me from doing everything in my power to protect this little person. Nothing.

Last week a student threatened the life of my son. Explicitly. To a teacher and the assistant principal. It was direct. Forceful. And very serious. This child stood in the office of the school, looked at the assistant principal and emphatically announced that he hated my son and was going to kill him. It was not in a heated moment or during a temper tantrum. But calmly and directly.

The only reason I found out about the threat was because I was calling the school to talk to the principal about a physical confrontation with this boy that same day. I was calling to express my frustration at the entire classroom situation. It was then the principal told me that by law she was required to let me know a threat had been made on my son's life. I will let that moment sink in as you imagine those words being said to you about your child.

In all my years as a mother, I have never before felt that deep primal instinct to protect more strongly than I did at that moment. And following close behind was a fear unlike any I had known before. Deep, gut-wrenching fear. That fear was kept at bay by the intensity of my desire -- my need -- to protect my son.

My first instinct was to question this principal and find out exactly what she was going to do about the situation. The only answer I could get from the principal was that the school was doing all it could to protect all students. I insisted that they tell me if -- at the very least -- this student would be in the classroom the next day. She said she was unable to tell me anything due to laws governing the privacy of students. In order to protect the other student, no one could assure me that my son would be safe if I sent him to school.

Is this a case of privacy over protection? Have the schools become the last place in this world to realize that sometimes in order to protect the innocent, we need to loosen up some of the tight laws on privacy. If you have flown recently, you know you have to take off your shoes to get into the terminal. You can be subject to intense searches if something about you seems suspicious. Yet, a mother cannot find out if her son will be safe if he is sent to school. It makes no sense to me.

At the heart of this is not anger or frustration. It is not bitterness or revenge. It is fear. Fear for my son. I wish I lived in "Leave It To Beaver" land where all is well with the world, but today there are bigger worries than Eddie Haskell talking smack to the Beave. We live in a land that is post-Columbine. Post-9/11. You cannot tell a mother that she has to trust that her child will be safe when there is no evidence of that and no one can reassure her. 

When they first placed my son in my arms, I never thought I would be fighting to protect his life. Never imagined the fear that would keep me awake at night imagining every horror that could possibly happen to him. But you can be darn sure that I will move heaven and Earth to ensure that my baby will not be hurt.

It's deep and primal. It's a mother's instinct.

Jenn is a 36-year-old writer and mom who works from the Texas home she shares with her husband and three children.

November 25, 2005

The search for the perfect…

By Kelly

Finding the perfect holiday gift for your child can be overwhelming. There are so many choices, and there is so much pressure to have the latest and greatest. Simplify by thinking about what your kids like to spend their time doing.

Our son draws cartoons for hours with a sketchpad balanced on his knee, so we got him a drafting table and some art supplies two years ago, a gift he still uses every day. Now he wants to play electric guitar and join his friend's garage band. We'll look for a good used guitar and amplifier, and his grandparents will chip in to help pay for lessons.

A child's play is their work. Supporting that energy with just the right toy or tool can go a long way toward making sure the gifts aren't abandoned hours after they're opened, and left to gather dust until they get passed on or sold at a yard sale.

Kelly Ferry lives in Northeast Ohio with her husband, teen son, and toddler daughter. She writes when she can, thinks about writing when she can't, and knows more will be revealed.

"Say Cheese!"

By Amanda

During the holidays I receive dozens of cards with smiling pictures of beautiful children.  It wasn't until I had my own children that I realized just how hard it is to get a good picture of your kids.

Every year we go through the ritual of choosing a photograph for our holiday card. As a young childless couple it might be us parasailing or playing with our dogs. It was easy to find a picture taken candidly from throughout the year that we could use. Now we actually have to plan the holiday picture.

With one child it was simply a challenge to come up with a cute idea. One year she was an angel on a cloud, another year she was a cheerleader playing in a pile of leaves.  And then there were two. Getting two children to look equally cute and look at the camera is more than a challenge, it's almost a mathematical impossibility.

Luckily my sister-in-law is a budding photographer with a new business and a great affinity for photographing children. Against my general life-philosophy I chose matching outfits. They were casual and classic. My sister-in-law chose the backdrop, something old with stone and a black cast iron fence.

The first five minutes went well. They tilted their heads, made half-smiles and acted like they actually liked one another. But then things deteriorated. The 2-year-old refused to take her hand out of her mouth. Then she refused to pose without a bribe of crackers just out of frame. Finally she refused to cooperate at all. My older daughter, who usually acts sullen, was a model subject. But because I know her real personality, her warm smiles for the camera while her sister melted down in front of her appeared forced.

Last week, my sister-in-law showed me the pictures on her computer. The amazing thing was there were some really good ones, so good in fact I had a hard time choosing. What felt like a complete deterioration of decorum actually resulted in a few great pictures -- and all I needed is one and I got it. 

The truth is we all think our kids are beautiful. But we are searching for that one perfect moment in a photograph -- the moment when the world sees them as we do.

Amanda lives in North Carolina with her husband and two daughters.  

November 24, 2005

The Madeline connection

By Kristin

My daughter was named after two very important women in her life: my husband's Grandmother Madeline and my Grandmother Grace. It was important to us that we name her something that would connect her to the strong women in her family. 

Her great-grandmother and my grandmother, Grace, is now over 90 years old and was college educated at a time when most women were not. She is a brilliant musician, painter, knitter, mother, and writer -- and she is the likely source of my interest and talent as a writer. Alas, I am still trying to figure out the knitting part. 

The other half of my daughter's namesake, my husband's Grandmother Madeline, is much more elusive. I never had the chance to meet her and even my husband only has fleeting memories of her from the earliest years of his childhood. My Madeline is lucky enough to know Nana Grace, but she does wonder who this Madeline woman was. 

From what our family tells us, she was very bright and had a wicked sense of humor. We know that she loved her son (my father-in-law) dearly and would drop anything to fix him something to eat. The story also goes that when he was in the house sleeping (even as an adult), Madeline would hush the entire house so he could get his rest --much to the rest of the family's disgust. And like all of the other women in my Madeline's life, her family and children always came first. 

Beyond those stories, we don't have much to connect to until Thanksgiving. Madeline's recipe for Portuguese Stuffing is the centerpiece to my husband's family meal. My mother-in-law still gets her handwritten recipe out for inspiration, even though we all know she could make it by heart. And my copy of the recipe is written in Madeline's words and ends with the quote "Good luck and good eating!" Sometimes it does take luck to make the stuffing -- it is a combination of crusty bread and Italian sausage fused together with celery, onions, many Italian herbs and spices, and lots of vinegar.  It takes years of practice to get it right, and even then some batches are just better than others. The combination always sounds strange to outsiders, but having been a part of the family for many years, I have come to love it and see making it well as the real way to my husband's heart. 

So this year, my Madeline (food allergies and all) will try Portuguese Stuffing. She will probably turn her nose up at first, but my bet is that somewhere inside her, in some remote strand of DNA, is a love for Portuguese Stuffing and a connection to the woman we all want to know more about.

Kristin is married to her high school sweetheart and the mother of one daughter, Madeline.

Still grateful after all these years

We're very thankful this Thanksgiving, for our friends, our families and readers like you. Tell us: What are you thankful for?

By Melita

I am thankful for...

  • My husband, who never fails to tell it like it is. Just ask the wait staff. Or an unlucky someone with stuff in her teeth.
  • My 3-year-old daughter, for being such a thoughtful, gentle and determined little soul.
  • Living solely by my wits, for a year and counting.
  • Cheddar cheese. I live in Wisconsin now, but my love affair with cheese began many miles away.
  • My new bicycle -- transportation, exercise and cool wind in my hair, all rolled into one.
  • The New Yorker. Like kiddie vitamins -- healthy, but yummy and chewable, too.
  • Banishing the waif-like ghosts haunting my closet. Funny, all I had to do was give away the clothing that will never fit me again.
  • Splurging on the iPod speakers that got me hooked up with music again after years of silence.
  • New insulation in the walls -- may it work similar wonders on the wallet this winter.
  • Not one, but two book groups. And the insightful, creative women in them.
  • My heating pad. It is truly the plug-in drug.
  • The most spectacular autumn in ages.
  • A happy childhood.
  • A sense of history, and the certainty that this [fill in the blank], too, shall pass.

By Kristin

I'm thankful for…

  • My baby girl and her wonderfully soft face that I could spend hours nuzzling.  By the way baby, how is it possible that you are turning 4? 
  • My husband, who is my co-reproducer, family provider, and best friend. A special thanks for letting me remain unemployed this year, honey.
  • Our family, who loves and supports us every day and has made me the person I am … even the parts that make me a perfectionist and total control freak (Nana, sorry to say, but I think I blame you for that).
  • The tranquility of our small town backyard and the insane level of comfort that so many of us are able to live in.
  • The fact that people are different. That they are unique. That my daughter says that someone has "white skin" or "tan skin" or "brown skin" in the same way she says they have blue eyes. 
  • Our friends, who provide companionship and humor in our lives. They also give us people to say "cheers" with on a very regular basis.
  • Great food, great wine, and Epicurious.com. The turkey is brining!
  • My computer, my blog, and my amazing circle of blogging friends, who remind me on a daily basis that I am sane (or that we are all crazy).
  • Soy milk, canola oil margarine, soy cheese, Scharffen-Berger chocolate and all of the products that allow me to make my food-allergic daughter the things that every child loves. The EpiPen and Benadryl make the list, too.
  • Noggin, Playhouse Disney, PBS, Tivo, DVDs and any other possible electronic babysitter I can find.

By Amy M.

I'm thankful for...

  • My 3-year-old son, whose sweetness, sense of humor, intelligence and even stubbornness (having a mind of one's own is a good thing, right?) reminds me daily that being his mother is the most important job I'll ever have.
  • My husband, who in many ways is a better parent than I am (and not a bad spouse, either).
  • My parents, and especially my parents' relationship with my son -- they would win "grandparents of the year" without even trying.
  • My extended family, especially my grandparents, with whom I'm lucky to have a very close relationship.
  • A job that I enjoy and that is flexible, allowing me to spend more time with Alex.
  • A home of my own with evidence throughout of my life with Brian and my supportive relationship with my family -- thanks, Mom and Dad, for all the pieces of art you didn't have room for!
  • Being healthy and fit.

And on a lighter note (in other words, the "little things" that make me happy on a daily basis):

  • Wegmans (grocery store) and Target within 5 minutes from my house.
  • Being able to park right behind my office on a college campus notorious for inconvenient parking.
  • Being able to wear jeans to work.
  • When there are current magazines to read at the gym.
  • My car's heated seats.
  • My cell phone.
  • E! Entertainment Television and VH-1, where I can always find a show that allows me to indulge my passion for pop culture and celebrity gossip.
  • My strange ability to read while running on a treadmill; I run a lot, which means I can enjoy one of my favorite pastimes while doing something good for my health.
  • Sugar-free Jell-o with fat-free Redi-Whip. What other "dessert" can you consume in mass quantities without worrying about calories?
  • 100-calorie bags of microwave popcorn.
  • My "collection" of striped turtleneck sweaters -- because I can wear jeans to work, they make getting dressed very easy!
  • Panera, Roly Poly, Subway, Qdoba, restaurants with food that is fast, relatively inexpensive and tasty!
  • The town where I live. If you're not going to live in a city, I don't think you can beat a college town!

By Ellen

I'm thankful for...

  • Relative sanity (depends on which day you ask me) and so far, good health.
  • My loving husband, Herb. We've survived a new marriage, family blending, career challenges, a new puppy, his-and-her furniture and contacts with sometimes-toxic ex-spouses ... and still have the hots for each other. Who says married love and lust after 50 doesn't happen??!
  • My darling children, Megan and Jonathan, who have blessed my life now for 18 and 22 years respectively. The older they get, the more I love them ... and the more I like them as human beings! It's been an amazing journey with them from polka-dotted blankets and playing patty-cake to packing them up for college and foreign travels.
  • The stepmothering lessons I'm learning via my 14-year-old stepdaughter, Devin. I'll let you know what those lessons are, exactly, as soon as I pull myself off the ceiling. (That's a joke. Kind of.) I hope we'll emerge from these years as good friends and tolerant housemates, if not exactly mom and daughter.
  • My mother, Evelyn, whose words seem to be coming out of my own mouth these days. "Sit up straight!" "Pretty is as pretty does." "All things work together for good." "When in doubt, say a prayer." Thanks to her for wise and wonderful advice; I retained more than either of us ever dreamed I would!
  • My job. I really, really like what I do for a living, which is development and marketing for a children's museum. The museum is beautiful, the children delightful (most of the time; forget the projectile vomit I found myself cleaning up last week ... twice in one day) and my fellow staff members have become good friends and compatriots. Here's to getting up in the morning excited about the coming day!
  • The holiday season that allows us all to be quirky, silly, goofy, childlike and full of wonder once again.
  • My father, who has been gone now 6 years but who lives forever in my heart and the hearts of all who knew him. I miss his smile, his unbridled optimism about life and his complete acceptance of me. What a great dad he was! In fact, as an adopted child, I must be one of the luckiest people in the world to have grown up with the parents I had and I'm forever grateful that 50 years ago my birth mother took the steps she did to make sure I had a safe, happy home.
  • The Internet, which daily saves me by offering up medical and editorial advice, foolproof recipes, the answers to questions like "Who do I pick for my social studies essay?" and the writing of my fellow DotMoms. I could do without the spam that sneaks by even the most rigid controls, but I'll put up with almost anything to be able to do my Christmas shopping online this year!
  • My three groups of special women friends from over the years and the fact that no matter how far away we live from each other, or that we see each other only occasionally, I know I have their love, friendship and support and they have mine. I could pick up the phone and call any one of them for help and would receive it, and I hope they feel the same way about me. I'm truly grateful for the friendship of strong and funny and caring women

Here's what Nancy, Julie, Amy R., Helene, and Mindy said they were grateful for in 2003.

Now it's your turn, complete this sentence: "I'm thankful for..."

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